Boiling Point

[Devastated]

Cecilia's reached out for her belongings, as she tried to grab them but before she could gasp them with her fingers, Angelina tossed them over to her opposite hand. Taunting the blonde, literally poking the bear at this point. She gnashed her teeth, if Angelina hadn't taunted her in the manner she did now, she might have just reached for her stuff again, thinking that the redhead would have just wanted to annoy her a bit more. Though her attitude gave the blonde more than enough reason to do what she'd do next.

Tightening her left hand into a fist. She squeezed so hard that her knuckles turned red...then white. Before she would try and throw a punch aimed square at Angelina's belly!

[Monsy]

Those fucking four knuckles might as well have taken four of her nine lives. It buried deep into her smooth belly and made her gut ripple. The fist clapped like a dry palm against water, then a giant snare drum. She folded over Cecilia’s toned forearm, spraying a mouth’s worth of spittle and whimpering like a hurt animal. Her face smothered into their arm to become her cane. Dizziness spun her senses counterclockwise and upside down. Her knees, spine and hips became warm mud that slopped with the wind. Her eyes and mouth remained gaped, where she heaved in, choking, then keeled over, spilled onto her hip and shoulder. She still had half her mind to hold onto the gold, but she couldn’t resist holding her tummy with her other hand. Coughs became plentiful, hoarse and dry, sucking in deep, then exhaling softly, quickly and with a small shiver, looking vacant at the concrete she made her bed on. “F-Fuck…”

[Devastated]

Driving her fist right into that belly of Angelina's, watching her whimper and squirm from the blow. Seeing her practically fold over her fist and lean into her arm. The blonde would move her other hand up and grab at Angelina's shoulder, trying to straighten her up and place her back fully against the side of the car. Cecilia would pat her shoulder a bit. Then suddenly she would shoot her right arm forward again, trying to drive uppercut into that soft belly again!

"Are you ready to give me my things?...or do you want more." Cecilia practically smirked as she spoke, she would pause for couple of seconds. " Please tell me you want more." The blonde let out, as she did truly want to keep hurting Angelina, and she didn't want to let her off that easy.

[Monsy]

Begh. She practically slacked against the car door when pushed, with her head against the window, looking up at this mountain of a woman, then taking a sequel to her stomach. “UGHHH!!” She again, folds over the fist that punches a mould into her soft gut. A bruise was quickly forming beneath the knuckles as Angelina collapsed over her forearm again, and breathed in coughs and wheezes as her legs wavered. “I didn’t expect shit to hurt T-THAT much…”

She spat at the ground, but slowly came back to lean back against the car and pant. Cecilia’s smirk made her shrink. It put more sweat in her hands than any physical exercise. Slowly, however, she smirked back and even made a forced chuckle. “Yeah. Just spare the gut. What, is my face not good enough for ya fist?”

[Devastated]

The blonde watched as the body of the redhead practically folded over her arm after she drove her fist into that flat belly. Cecilia was more than willing to dish out this punishment as long as was necessary, it was a good way to vent her frustration and anger, and for the moment it felt so good to just lay into Angelina! She would watch as she leaned against the car door, panting and looking as if she was in a whole lot of pain.

Cecilia would roll her eyes at her words, she didn't particularly care much for her pleas, but she would indulge the notion of bashing her face in. The Hardcore Queen pulled her right hand back and would try and swing it against the smaller girl's face for a hook, trying to smash her right in the jaw with one hell of a punch!

[Monsy]

An answered plea. This was… Well shit. Angelina didn’t take for them to really abide by anything like that, looking at them, all muscly, grungy and now grouchy. Then she saw that hand rev, and with a heavily bruised gut, caught a flutter. The fist went over her crown. Angelina ducked, stepped to the outside and made a break to move behind Cecilia. An arm over her stomach still, she jumped to the neighbouring car just beside them, and used its ridge on the back trunk to spring. One rotation on the vertical, and another horizontal to flip and turn around, swinging that fuckin’ leg and trying to bring the heel down right on Cecilia’s fuckin’ crown.

MOONKICK bitch. A pirate’s finest artillery.

[Devastated]

Cecilia had decided to give a small bit of mercy to this short redhead, as she swung her fist to try and punch Angelina's lights out! However, the punch of the blonde sailed right over that head as Angelina ducked under her blow and then scurried way! The quickness of the redhead having saved her from a knockout style punch! Cecilia's fist swung through the air and while she was left recovering from missing her blow....

Angelina performed a clever and swift feat of acrobatics as she jumped off of the other car and then swung her foot through the air! Driving her heel down into the top of the blonde powerhouse's head! "Gnnrkh!" Cecilia grunted through gritted teeth, as her jaw felt wired shut the second that the heel of Angelina hit the crown of her head.

The blonde staggered and slumped against the nearby car, grabbing at the hood and prevented herself from dropping any lower...for the first few seconds she was seeing doubles...but it slowly started to ease up.

[Monsy]

Holy fuck a break. Being placed on a medieval rack and having cinder blocks dropped from ten feet hurt less than those burly fuckin’ hands. Angelina always had a spare tank of gas for these times. Call it adrenaline, topped with stupid-whip. The kick itself had a habit of making Angelina veer back, as her leg needed to slide off their crown and that fraction of a second threw off her fall. She caught herself on the opposite car, quickly, using her elbows and hands splayed out over a fendor.

Angelina pushed up, ran to the opposite Cecilia was leaning on, put her hands on the trunk, hopped up and landed on her feet. She ran up the back windshield, over the hood, jumped and then landed into a baseball slide on the front windshield. One leg in, one leg postured out and aimed to fucking blast Cecilia’s ear with her boot sole.

[Devastated]

The sensation after taking a blow to the top of ones skull was very similar to being intoxicated...drunk. A level of drunk that could only be described as crazy ass drunk. Literally having a hard time standing up, senses swaying and causing the world to feel as if it was rocking back and forth. Cecilia shook her head, trying to clear away the sensation, as she was forced to grab a hold of the hood of the car to prevent herself from wobbling around too much.

It wasn't like the blonde powerhouse had any clear idea of her surroundings at the moment, the swaying was rather disorientating. The boot of Angelina came blasting right into the side of Cecilia's head, as that baseball slide kick from the hood sent the blonde reeling! Stumble away from the car, she swayed a bit as she brought her hands up to hold her head, trying to quell the almost sickening dizziness which had infected her senses.

[Monsy]

Fuck this was a finger-licking savoury sauce of a moment. She got the fucker with a little hop, swing and slide. It at least allowed her to smile underneath her grimacing. Her tummy was still inflaming from the punches and her shoulder wasn’t too great either. She leaned on one side to get herself moving. She used the corresponding arm to arch her upper body. Her legs were stacked. A knee folded in and she leaned over again to wedge on all fours, then stood on the hood.

“Just give me my fuckin' match already. ”

Angelina said with a small pant. For a second, she felt a tinge of strength. Girl wobbles like anyone else. But this immortal blonde cunt wasn’t anywhere near tamed. Thats a champion. So she crossed her fingers, ran and leapt. Her legs swung up. The abdominal crunch nearly had her gagging. But she did it, hoping to land on Cecilia’s shoulders, then throw herself back into a hurricanrana!