Boisterous Bright Babe Boxes Beautiful Brawny Braggart (for killcarrion)

[Cosmos]

Apart from her beloved Stregas branded sneakers, Estelle didn't really put a whole lot of thought into her appearance. This was the tomboy who had obsessed over collecting bugs in her youth, instead of being fascinated by jewellery and dresses like many girls of her age, and had been regarded as an oddity by the peers in her hometown as a result. In fact, if you asked her dad or Joshua, she was still very much into hunting insects. But she wouldn't never concede that information in a public setting. The only kind of gold she would respect was that of a golden stag beetle, instead of this pompous hunk of muscles. Estelle wasn't even sure that Bryan's adonis-like frame was even all natural. It was way too perfectly sculpted for that!...Wait, why was she so fixated on that notion anyway?

The Gilded Boxer's remark was perfectly timed at this point, insinuating that she was daydreaming as he goaded the firebrand into throwing her own punches towards him. "Heh, why would I be daydreaming about beating you up when I get to do it for real?" She retorted with a smug look, taking the bait laid out before her as she launched her fists forward. Alas, the twin-haired tomboy would only succeed in striking at empty air with her boxing gloves, as Bryan slipped past her body blow. Confidence evaporating and being replaced with shock at the way the Model Athlete would almost dance around the hands she threw at him. The left hook dodged just as easily, and causing irritation to crease Estelle's expression as he flashed a wink, a smile and pursed lips all at once. A deliberate attempt to throw her off, and one which was working just as planned. "Ngh, hold still you...!"

Bryan retreated out of her range, using the tips of his toes to bounce energetically. Estelle's failure to punch him clearly had left him unfazed, while she fumed towards her adversary. "You won't be so smug when the bell rings next, trust me! And don't call me Etsy, Mr Muscles-For-Brains-" Her words abruptly cut off, as Bryan would suddenly spring forward with speed and agility that belied his muscular physique. Before Estelle could react, her opponent would nail his golden glove hard into her exposed stomach! "Uff!!!" Her eyes nearly exploded out of her sockets from the impact and pain sinking deep into her midsection, Bryan's fist practically burying itself into her stomach, which tensed but ultimately caved to his powerful blow. Estelle would stumble back a few steps, her guard instinctively lowered as her hands nursed where she'd been struck. Bryan and his ladies would spy the hints of a nasty bruise forming just under her leather orange gloves. "Ngh...lucky hit, t-that's all...o-ow..." Trying to put on a brave face despite the blow she had just endured.

[killcarrion]

In spite of Bryan's newfound appreciation for everything which glistens with a brilliant golden shimmer, any insinuation towards there being a football sized insect anywhere within his immediate vicinity would undoubtedly send both himself and his scantily clad entourage for the metaphorical hills. Be it golden or not. A natural reaction which would be quite commonplace within the fashion world. One that assuredly Estelle knew scant little of given her rustic apparel and abject lack of fashion sense, but one that Bryan may see within himself to introduce towards the twin-tailed firebrand once she learns to appreciate the ravishing physique and gorgeous facials presented before her. A lesson he'd already noticed Estelle was beginning to indulge herself of without any tutelage given as he spied the pugnacious tomboy losing her concentration whilst feasting her eyes upon his sculpted musculature. Assuredly counting the male models’ abdominal muscles and becoming lost between his captivating jawline and ripped beefcake of a bod~...

As a matter of fact, Estelle was on the cusp of learning several lessons tonight. One of which included never to underestimate an adversary who just happens to have undergone months of extensive boxing training with only the best in the sport as his coaches. Bryan demonstrating that his glamorous muscles were more than just for show as he deftly showcased that strenuous training regimen with nimble footwork that left the Golden Icon practically untouched by Estelle, whose frantic floundering around whiffed with each botched attempt. A refreshing breeze whisked by the appreciative model athlete whose confidence abounded as Estelle's eroded, making her appear more like a hapless rookie in over her twin-tailed head with each smirking evasion. Bryan backpedaling once it was confirmed that all Estelle's infuriated offense amounted to was some flirtatious foreplay from B-RY and exasperated aggravation for the tenacious tomboy whose fighting spirit he still couldn't help but admire even as she stared flaming daggers in his direction.

A blazing inferno that B-RY couldn't help but notice had dimmed somewhat once he'd delivered his golden gift straight into Estelle's breadbasket as his bicep flared, his shimmering fist finding it's home within her crumbled midsection for several more seconds before his adversary tactfully retreated and attempted to downplay what was undoubtedly a rude awakening. "Guess I've already taken your breath away it seems. And I'm afraid to tell you this, but acting most definitely isn't your strong suit. As a matter of fact, I'd wager your most admirable quality is your impassioned fighting spirit. Well, that and your cheek bones. Still, are all these lucky strikes as well?~..." Bryan's words culminating with a spry sprint taken and rapid strikes delivered from both arms swatting Estelle's battered head in each direction. At one point pelting his adversary's face nonchalantly with one fist like a punching bag, taking the free time to flash a teeth sparkled smile in the direction of his ringside ladies. Waving fingers back with blown kisses until he'd end the boxing session with a lackadaisical shove against Estelle's mug.

[Cosmos]

As far as Estelle had been concerned, Bryan was nothing more than a golden gigolo obsessed with presenting a gorgeous glimmer as he gazed at the females watching him in the ring. All she needed was one good hit, and his facade would shatter like fragile glass. However, that one key punch was proving rather tricky to land, since the glamorous guy was almost dancing around her, striking poses which flaunted his sculpted body that he clearly prided himself on. She'd never even heard of B-R-Y, how could she expect to know that this loudmouth braggart actually knew how to box? The second hint that her opponent knew exactly what he was doing was when he rocked her in the belly with a hard gut punch that sent her reeling back.

"Wait, whose breath...?" She repeatedly, her face flustered as it turned a pink shade. Then he complimented her spirit and her cheek bones, causing her to abruptly shift from a dropped jaw to a flat look. "You can flatter me all you like, pretty boy, it won't save your so-called 'perfect' face from getting shattered by my fists!" No sooner had she finished her words than was the Gilded Boxer upon her, swinging strikes from both arms to clatter Estelle's head from side to side. "Ugh! Grk! Ngh! Ow!!" The hooks colliding with those very cheek bones Bryan had mentioned just moments before, squashed under golden gloves with the studded diamonds adding an extra force to each blow.

Wobbling in a dizzy spell, she was then reduced to a humiliating sequence as the Gorgeous One began to casually pound her face with punches in succession. The country girl's pained expression and pelted mug being captured repeatedly on camera along with Bryan's sparkling smile thanks to his groupies who had their phones held up for the spectacle. "Hrrk! Gah! Oof! Stop! It! You! Jerk!" Then Bryan's glove flew at her, opening up, to push her back with a lazy shove to her face. Estelle stumbled until she felt the ropes at her back. Her body sagging on instinct, with her arms at her side as she panted to try and recover her breath after the beating. "Haaa...haaa...that...all you got...?" Despite her bravado, the signs of Bryan's handiwork were showing themselves first hand through the red swelling of her pounded cheeks.

[killcarrion]

Although in all likelihood this would come as little solace to Estelle given her dire predicament, the barnyard yokel's assumptions about B-RY's personality weren't quite as off the mark as her abysmal punches were. Amassing a veritable harem of knockouts beckoning to his every whim just came naturally when you flaunted a sculpted physique of flawless granite that outmatch the entire Greek pantheon. GQ magazine articles having been published about Bryan having actually caused several fainting spells throughout the audience during one of his choreographed struts down the illuminated catwalk. Those ladies retaining their consciousness being henceforth smitten after nothing more than a glittered smile from him. A vainglorious male model yearning for the spotlight as it accentuated his rippling musculature gilded in shimmered gold and tanned to perfection~...Unfortunately however for the twin-tailed farmhand here, everything else in regard to her first impressions about B-RY were being thoroughly refuted. Specifically, the assumption about the Golden Idol possessing absolutely zero actual boxing skills and was abjectly inept in the ring... Bryan pondered if Estelle still held that assumption, especially now as she became a bobblehead wobbled about via the golden gloves ceaselessly smashed into her hammered visage.

Swiveled footwork cementing Bryan's trained boxing stance as sweat spattered about in whichever direction his strikes creamed the hapless country girl, filmed and filtered by the ecstatic groupies with even precision pictures taken of Estelle's uggo facials warped against the diamond sparkled glove. A pitiable spectacle bookended with a piefaced shove and lackadaisical shrug of his shoulders, the finishing blow being one aimed at Estelle's ego via the blatant disrespect showcased. Casting his gaze towards Estelle after overhearing her defiant rebuttal only inflamed his interest in the twin-tailed pugilist further however, B-RY now strutting towards her with a friendly smirk on that defined jawline of his. "Heh, just like I said. Impassioned fighting spirit, precisely where your beauty lies. However, perhaps it's time you get a taste of true beauty~..." Bryan stated on the cusp of interlocking them together in a typical boxer's clinch, except purposefully nestling Estelle's battered face into the yolked musculature of his pectorals. The warmth of an outright hunk like B-RY sunken against them was a daydream other girls would have given their Prada shoes for. Whether or not this passionate experience took the country bumpkins breath away, the hammered strikes aimed straight for Estelle's midsection would most definitely accomplish this task.

[Cosmos]

Perhaps things would be going better for Estelle if she had been facing one of the Greek pantheons, given their inferior physiques to the adonis she was currently trying to hide her pain from. But as Joshua would tell you, one of his sister's biggest flaws was her inability to keep secrets. Strained panting and swelling cheeks merely the external signs of the painful effects Bryan's punches were inflicting upon her. Those diamond studs digging into her didn't help in the slightest, which she was still suspicious about whether they would have been accepted in a normal boxing match. But there was no referee, and certainly no one to enforce the sport's strict rules apart from two swooning groupies who were almost certainly playing a biased game here. Despite the odds quickly piling up against her, Estelle masked the perils of her situation by putting on a front, smirking even as the Gilded One strutted towards her with hardly any guard prepared. Treating this more like a cat walk at a fashion show than a boxing match.

"Haa...haa...what...you got an appetite for my fists, you gaudy fashion statement...? Keep talking like that and your precious face is gonna end up like paste...?!" The twin tailed tomboy's bold words were abruptly cut off as the golden hunk drew his arms around her own, interlocking them together in a move she hadn't expected. Any doubt that Bryan didn't know the first thing about boxing was well and truly swept away as he tugged Estelle into a tight boxer's clinch. The difference in height and size meant that the Bright girl's face was yanked forward into her foe's bulging pecs. "H-Hey!! Lemme...go...?" Her struggles, initially spurring quickly into action, fading along with her demand as her face brushed up against the smooth, firm feel of Bryan's chest. Had this not been a bout of pugilism, one might have mistaken the scene for a romantic embrace. Estelle's eyes widening as she felt the heat of her opponent pour over her like rays from the sun itself. Causing her to fall silent as she was unable to muster a coherent response...at least, until a familiar golden glove sank itself hard into her abdominal region. "Hrrk!!!"

The girl's belly quivered like jelly as her foe's blistering punch pounded into her, with such force it felt like Bryan was intent on burying his fist into Estelle's gut. And it didn't stop there. With her face firmly lodged between his pectorals, Estelle's yelps of pain were muffled against Bryan's sleek and muscular mass as he rammed blow after blow into the poor girl. "Nngh!" Each punch actually lifted Estelle's feet off the canvas as she briefly came up before dropping back down, the motion repeating as her foe smashed the air from her lungs with no sign he was getting tired. "Owww!!" It was already hard enough to breathe when her mouth and nose were trapped against Bryan's pecs, but the blows rippling through her only succeeded in making her even more light-headed. "Grrrk!!" And with the brutality of each fist Bryan sank into her abused abs, Estelle's barely-covered, bikini-clad rear would jut out for an extra dose of embarrassment. "Oof!!" The moment truly showed what a mismatch this impromptu affair was starting to become as the sound of the Gilded One's punches smashing into his victim echoed throughout the gym...

[killcarrion]

The diamonds engraved within each of B-RY's gloves served purposes besides the in-vogue fashion statement and obvious correlation between his immaculate physique and the perfection ingrained within the jewels themselves. Flashes of brilliance were meant to overwhelm the adversary from the sparkled sheen of his jeweled strikes carried by the masterful boxing techniques behind them. Beauty And Brawn seamlessly combined even when the strikes were a pelting volley that Estelle appeared bested by even with B-RY smiling for the phone cameras of his devoted entourage at ringside. B-RY certainly couldn't blame Estelle for being justifiably captivated throughout his sashayed approach towards her as if this boxing ring were instead a Parisian catwalk. Bryan imagined the sparkled luminescence of shutterbugs immortalizing his flawless physique combined with a winked smile known for entrancing a lady’s heart and causing them to faint on the spot. The Gorgeous One absolutely gave Estelle credit for not passing out herself with heart-shaped eyes and a noticeable nosebleed. Estelle's rebellious spirit endured even as he approached the country bumpkin for a boxing clinch that confirmed B-RY was miles ahead of whatever pugilistic training Estelle had under her belt.

"Whoa, settle down there spitfire...Easy, you're all mine now..." Comforting words whispered into Estelle's ear once they'd embraced in what was meant to be a typical boxing tactic that gives both adversaries a breather, but now with intimate implications given it appeared more like an affectionate embrace rather than anything else. Estelle's muttered facials tucked against her foe's swole pectorals with a flattened melding of their midsections and a flexed clutch of his rippled arms around her back. Overwhelmed by the sweltered radiance and sense of security that only comes from the nestled envelopment of his jacked physique bearing down on her with jealousy and envy abounding from his ringside entourage fervently wishing they could switch places with this twin-tailed boxer. That is until the passionate illusion was shattered with a punishing rampage of strikes to her breadbasket with whatever babbled coughs stifled against his tanned pectorals. Each wallop quivering Estelle's entombed figure with quaked jiggles of her backside and the country girl playing the role of hapless and helpless ragdoll practically suckling and blathering into B-RY's beefcake bod until he opted to cease his strikes out of an abundance of mercy and care for Estelle's wellbeing...

...well, that and he meant to ensure there were no suckled teeth-marks and dry any remaining spittle gasped against his pectorals all throughout the belly battering. "And to think, that was only a taste of the flawless beauty that's left you speechless. Furthermore, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were beginning to become comfortable cradled against mine own impeccable bid~..." B-RY whispered after situating Estelle against a corner turnbuckle, swathed against her with a hefted breath caressed down the nape of her neck. The rising temperatures meant to be a distraction enabling his lady lackeys to tie Estelle's twin pig-tailed hair to each of the top ropes beside her before they'd hop back down off the apron with a giggled high five. "C'mon sweetheart, think it's time I made you a real knockout beauty. And just so ya know...my offer still stands about becoming my personal golden arm candy~..." A flirtatious wink accompanied B-RY settling himself into his boxing stance, limber steps taken as he waited for Estelle to realize her predicament. Signaling him to attempt devastating haymakers levied in seamless order, one after another with savage strength and beauteous speed from diamond studded gloves until a cocked back uppercut was smashed into Estelle's jawline.

[Cosmos]

As she attempted to wrench herself free, Estelle had briefly wondered if the embrace was Bryan's way of showing her that he was far more interested in seducing her than boxing the tomboy. Yet, there was an ulterior motive, a tactic designed to unsettle and fluster her before he went to town upon her vulnerable midsection. The studded, golden gloves of the Gorgeous One were not just useful for making sure the blows were as painful as possible, but also adding a radiant sparkle off the light the gym cast over the ring that made this seem more like a fashion show than a boxing match. Saliva blurting from her lips over Bryan's sleek body as he pounded her gut, coating over the powerful, beautiful physique of her adonis-like foe. When he finally paused, Estelle felt her hair being mopped against B-R-Y's chest to ensure that none of her bumpkin spit remained upon his flawless frame. Her forehead pressed against his pectorals, the sound of harsh heaving heard from her lips as her back rose up and down, trying to regain some air into her pounded lungs.

She shuddered against her opponent as he casually remarked that he hadn't even been going at full strength. Was he treating this as a mere game? Of course he was! The way his breath tickled her ear as he propped her up against the nearest turnbuckle, his rippling muscles trapping her between him and the steel pole. Caressing her neck with a husky breeze that left her more red than a beetroot... "N..No, stay focused Estelle! You can't let this philandering gigolo and his entourage make a mockery of you...!" Spurring herself back into the match despite her flushed face and aching gut, she made a repulsed face as he reminded her that his 'generous' proposal to join his golden groupies was still very much on the table. "WORST. OFFER. EVER!" Her defiant tone was loud enough to rattle the windows of the gym. "I'd rather eat dirt than become one of your shitty skanks!" As Bryan relaxed back into a boxing pose, the fiery tomboy went to adopt her own as she attempted to move into position - only to be yanked back by her own hair tied to the top ropes! "H-Hang on, what the...?!"

Casting her gaze briefly over her shoulder, spying the snickering eye candy, gears clicked together in her mind to reveal what had transpired behind her back. "You cheating harlots-!!" Turning her head back in time to be clocked squarely in the face with a haymaker from the Gorgeous One. "Uff!!!" Estelle's face was swallowed up by a golden gleam, bright sparkles and a streak of pain through her visage. The blow was swiftly repeated, bashing Estelle not just in the face, but jolting the back of her cranium against the harsh metal of the corner post. The combined effect was one that left the girl defenseless and incapable of raising her guard. Rocked over and over by the diamond studded fists of her foe, she would perhaps have fallen down to the canvas by now if it weren't for her own twintails, ironically keeping her propped up for further hits. Stumbling deliriously as Bryan pulled his fist back, launching it upwards like a rocket to explode against her chin!

BAM!!!!!

"Oof!!" The force sent her clean off her feet, strong enough to pull her hair free of the ropes. Thrown back up against the turnbuckle, Estelle's cheeks were puffed up and swollen, looking like one who had caught the mumps. Her jaw was ringing numb, a bruise forming where she'd been painfully struck. And then, slowly, the tomboy slid down the corner post into a seated position, slumped there with eyes watering from pain and unfocused. She's going to need a moment. But as she laid against the steel pole, the first count of the boxing showdown was being called by Bryan's loyal groupies. And deliberately slow at half the speed of a usual countdown.

"1................2 ................3................!"