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The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.1.1

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.1.2

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.2

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.3 <------------------ U R HERE

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.4

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.5.1

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.5.2

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.6

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.7.1

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.7.2

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Despite her initial aggression in the opening seconds of the fight, Amrani quickly retreated to a defensive play, hanging back and taking the jab-jab-jab-cross-jab to her sturdy guard as she weathered Nicky’s opening barrage. She was never an overly aggressive pressure fighter, favoring well-placed power over volume, but she seemed especially unwilling to engage today - and everyone who paid even the slightest bit of attention to the pundit discourse over the last few weeks could guess why:

She was denying Nicky’s tried-and-tested game plan of burning her opponents out. The British boxer had stamina to last for days, and every pundit, analyst, and self-professed boxing youtube channel cited it as Nicky’s best hope for clinching a finish in this bout. She set the pace from the first bell, raised the tempo round by round, and then crushed exhausted opponents anywhere between the middle and fading rounds of the fight. Predictable, yes, but rare did it fail her. Rare did she need anything else. Understanding the play and having the means to counter a play were two very different things.

No Nicky Gunnery victory had yet ended in anything less than a TKO.

Amrani didn’t have much respect for the younger woman… but her coach evidently did, and much of camp was spent drilling in the learned passivity of not trying to match pressure with pressure, of braving the storm and not raising to bait even if she was the stronger woman, even if she could throw harder.

And so Nicky was well on her way to taking the first round, a faint smile on her face as she hounded Amrani across the ring, throwing punch after punch after punch without any fear of return shots. Amrani’s arms grew redder with each blocked blow, and her arms rattled, and it killed her -absolutely killed her- to see Nicky think she was winning, but she had faith in her strategy, faith that Nicky would provide an opening in the midst of her relentless assault-

Now.

Amrani took another one-two-three on the forearms and Nicky leaned in just a little too close for a follow-up, close enough for Amrani to know her bite won’t miss, and she COUNTERS with a right hook straight into Nicky’s face. Nicky caught, stunned! But despite what her worst critics say, she doesn’t drop with one full blow of Amrani’s fist. She covers up just in time for a vicious hook to bang into her guarding glove, rattling her arm from fingers to shoulder. Nicky retreated, guard raised and taking several shaky steps back, and Amrani pursued, sinking vicious blow after vicious blow into Nicky’s guard, several punching through to stab into Nicky’s vulnerable tummy.

The bell rang, and rather than walking off back to their corners, both girls instead stepped to each other and squared up, going forehead to forehead, Amrani grinning widely and nodding at Nicky even as they pressed their faces together.

“Think you had me, huh?” Amrani snarks at her scowling British opponent. “Think this is going to go your way? If we go the distance, this is going to be the worst night of-”

“Fuck you.” Nicky fired back. “Yeah, let’s see you keep up that smile in a bodybag.”

They could have said more. Hell, they probably were on the verge of post-round violence, but the referee broke them up before that happened, and giving each other one last glare at each other, they both retreated to their corners; Amrani walking backwards to her corner, arms raised in triumph, and Nicky walking back like a normal human being, one glove pressed to her nose, as if only now noticing the trickle of blood from it.

There was no doubt Amrani had managed to win back the round in the fading minute. And as she sank back into her corner and her team worked on her, she luxuriated in the high of gaining the first morale-boosting mini victory over Nicky.

But only the final canvas-kissing one mattered, and she was going to deliver it with absolute satisfaction.

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I'm actually trying to post for my other series, but the words just come so much easier for this one lol. Kudos to Leslie as ever.

Nicky Gunnery is Mine, Celie Amrani is hers, and the oil fields of yore belong to the Russians.

XOXO

Asmodaiyaban

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The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.1.1

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.1.2

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.2

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.3 <------------------ U R HERE

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.4

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.5.1

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.5.2

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.6

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.7.1

The Swarm and the Slug - Nicky vs Celie pt.7.2

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Despite her initial aggression in the opening seconds of the fight, Amrani quickly retreated to a defensive play, hanging back and taking the jab-jab-jab-cross-jab to her sturdy guard as she weathered Nicky’s opening barrage. She was never an overly aggressive pressure fighter, favoring well-placed power over volume, but she seemed especially unwilling to engage today - and everyone who paid even the slightest bit of attention to the pundit discourse over the last few weeks could guess why:

She was denying Nicky’s tried-and-tested game plan of burning her opponents out. The British boxer had stamina to last for days, and every pundit, analyst, and self-professed boxing youtube channel cited it as Nicky’s best hope for clinching a finish in this bout. She set the pace from the first bell, raised the tempo round by round, and then crushed exhausted opponents anywhere between the middle and fading rounds of the fight. Predictable, yes, but rare did it fail her. Rare did she need anything else. Understanding the play and having the means to counter a play were two very different things.

No Nicky Gunnery victory had yet ended in anything less than a TKO.

Amrani didn’t have much respect for the younger woman… but her coach evidently did, and much of camp was spent drilling in the learned passivity of not trying to match pressure with pressure, of braving the storm and not raising to bait even if she was the stronger woman, even if she could throw harder.

And so Nicky was well on her way to taking the first round, a faint smile on her face as she hounded Amrani across the ring, throwing punch after punch after punch without any fear of return shots. Amrani’s arms grew redder with each blocked blow, and her arms rattled, and it killed her -absolutely killed her- to see Nicky think she was winning, but she had faith in her strategy, faith that Nicky would provide an opening in the midst of her relentless assault-

Now.

Amrani took another one-two-three on the forearms and Nicky leaned in just a little too close for a follow-up, close enough for Amrani to know her bite won’t miss, and she COUNTERS with a right hook straight into Nicky’s face. Nicky caught, stunned! But despite what her worst critics say, she doesn’t drop with one full blow of Amrani’s fist. She covers up just in time for a vicious hook to bang into her guarding glove, rattling her arm from fingers to shoulder. Nicky retreated, guard raised and taking several shaky steps back, and Amrani pursued, sinking vicious blow after vicious blow into Nicky’s guard, several punching through to stab into Nicky’s vulnerable tummy.

The bell rang, and rather than walking off back to their corners, both girls instead stepped to each other and squared up, going forehead to forehead, Amrani grinning widely and nodding at Nicky even as they pressed their faces together.

“Think you had me, huh?” Amrani snarks at her scowling British opponent. “Think this is going to go your way? If we go the distance, this is going to be the worst night of-”

“Fuck you.” Nicky fired back. “Yeah, let’s see you keep up that smile in a bodybag.”

They could have said more. Hell, they probably were on the verge of post-round violence, but the referee broke them up before that happened, and giving each other one last glare at each other, they both retreated to their corners; Amrani walking backwards to her corner, arms raised in triumph, and Nicky walking back like a normal human being, one glove pressed to her nose, as if only now noticing the trickle of blood from it.

There was no doubt Amrani had managed to win back the round in the fading minute. And as she sank back into her corner and her team worked on her, she luxuriated in the high of gaining the first morale-boosting mini victory over Nicky.

But only the final canvas-kissing one mattered, and she was going to deliver it with absolute satisfaction.

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I'm actually trying to post for my other series, but the words just come so much easier for this one lol. Kudos to Leslie as ever.

Nicky Gunnery is Mine, Celie Amrani is hers, and the oil fields of yore belong to the Russians.

XOXO

Asmodaiyaban