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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's so good! Why didn't I post this sooner!?
This wonderful piece of work which is somehow even better than the last is from chou-roninx and I'm not sure if I could say anything at the quality outside of of that chou-roninx does commissions: chou-roninx.deviantart.com/jou… so make sure to send a note if you have any interest or see what you like when looking at excellent artwork.

Taking place shortly after Sam pounded Erin comes The Emerald Inferno to take revengence!!
An extra big thanks to fxboxing-fan for taking the impossible task of cleaning, editing and augmenting the stream of dribble that is my writing style. Enjoy!
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Two weeks elapsed since the voluptuous rump of Erin Milanna was flattened in defeat as Samantha Armstrong stood over her in victory. Samantha’s parting words bouncing and echoing through Erin’s skull. Her parting words hung around longer than the bruises and cuts that Erin was forced to wear as humiliating reminders of a fight she’d love to forget.

“Sienna! You have to take this seriously! I can’t tell you how just how hard Sam hits! It’s almost supernatural!” Erin said, tone tense - frustration in her voice, her hands adorned with a black pair of focus mitts held high. Erin sensed that her partner in fistacuffs (and fisting), Sienna Pyralis wasn’t taking the training as serious as she should be taking it.

“Your match with Sam is tomorrow! You have to take this fucking serious!” Unfortunately Erin’s pleas weren’t louder than the punches landing upon her mitts. “At least put a top on so it’s closer to fight conditions!”

“Oh Erin, first thing you should do is take the redwood out, and throw it in a wood chipper. Then, maybe we can get some actual training done.” Sienna responded, a soft smile in tow, “See? The problem you had is that you got hit, and as you may know, this chin doesn’t get hit.” Sienna retorted with a cheeky wink and a hook to the mitt in front of her as her BFF’s annoyance continued to grow.

“Sienna, I’m telling you that you can’t take Sam lightly.”

“Pshaw! Puh-lease Er-bear! The only bitch that’s going to lay a glove on me, or maybe put something inside me, is the bossy bitch standing in front of me. Not Sammi I-have-no-ass.”

Unbeknownst to the two besties training inside the ring, the Milanna matriarch was perusing the contracts they’d signed as well as another set of documents snug under her arm in a folder. She was conducting a double-check on signatures among the smaller details.

“Oh hmm...interesting..” Shelby Milanna hummed to herself when her sharp eyes spotted a clause that engaged her razor-sharp mind. Even though it might have been too late to help the girls out with their present situation, the future was going to be tipping sharply in their favor.

***************

Finally, fight night arrived, and the main event was seconds away as both fighters made their way to the ring. Cheers, jeers, and catcalls from the crowd closely mimicked the two fighters dispositions and attitudes as the settled into their corners.

“What the fuck, Er-Bear?! Why didn’t you say something about these tops!? I feel like I’m wearing a bomb suit!” A bratty Sienna remarked, glaring at her as if she was trying to burn a hole through Erin’s skull.

“Don’t blame me! I tried to warn you!” Erin replied, getting closer to Sienna’s face.

“What!? And why in the world would someone hide a pair of DD’s like these!?” Sienna said, inching closer to Erin’s face before the two couldn’t help it any longer and quickly locked their moist, luscious lips.

“I love it when you talk dirty you filthy bitch…” Erin whispered in between kisses.

“Was this something that happened more in your day, Cass?” Sam said, arching a brow as she slowly turned her head away from the girls playing tonsil hockey across the ring to her friend and trainer Cassandra Langley. Cass just responded with a smirk.

The public display of affection was quickly cut short as the ref called both fighters to center ring to touch gloves. A few last second instructions came from there seconds as they sucked their mouthpieces in before the bell rang.

Sienna gave the intrusive black sports bra she wore a scowl. How could anyone deny her breasts their right to freedom? She pushed off the ropes in her corner to meet Samantha in the middle of the ring. The slippery athlete charged straight at Sam, and laced both sides of her face with a pair of hooks and finished the combination with a cross that whipped the pro’s head to the side. Knocking a ball of spit from her lips as the boxer in red and black swarmed in close. Strategy dictated that she keep her forward momentum to land shots, and then gobble up the bigger girl in a tight clinch; not letting her respond back with any punches of her own.

The devilish foxy pushed her large breasts against Sam’s. “You have some nice jugs there Sammi. It’s too bad you don’t like them as much as I do. Though it feels like your lances want to rackup with mine.” She mocked her professional adversary.

All the champion could do was growl and push Sienna back. Much to her dismay, Sienna used the small retreat to land a one-two to the brunette’s pretty face, and fell further back to better utilize her reach advantage by pawing away at Sam with jabs and straights.

Samantha bit down hard on her mouthguard, her fists clenched tightly within her crimson gloves. She marched towards the foxy whose low hanging gloves dared Sam to test her speed and defenses. Again, the blonde quickly stepped in to slam her comely visage with a pair of stiff hooks that left some good marks on Sam’s cheeks. Frustration began to build when the fluid puncher tied her up before the thick-set girl could put her heavy hands to use.

It was a reckless tactic but so far one that was proving to have a high reward. Sam grunted, trying to slip free of the clinch as Sienna pushed herself in closer.

“Oh Sammi! Is that kitty getting a little warmer... just for me?” Sienna coolly remarked, as the sensual words slithered from her lips to Sam’s ears. The ruttish boxer gave the pro a parting kiss - a black kiss. A right uppercut flew underneath Sam’s chin, to knock her head back, and left the brunette stunned for a moment. The blonde took advantage by unleashing a series of haymakers to her opponent’s jaw line to send black hair in all directions. A wave of confidence washed over Sienna as her combination led to another clinch.

“Sammi Sammi, I...I...uuuuuhn….” Slowly a low, guttural moan emitted from Sienna’s glossy lips. Looking down for a moment, she spotted a red glove sinking deep into the pit of her stomach before looking up into Sam’s face. The blonde slid away through the clinch, down Sam’s legs to her knees. Green eyes bulged while she gasped for air as the ref came in and began the count. As her tormentor turned away, Sienna looked up sucking in huge gulps of air, barely able to think.

The count of 8 echoed in Sienna’s head. Getting her feet underneath her again, she hoisted her gloves up and made for Sam again. Practically daring the dark-haired fighter to take a shot at her chin. Reflexes dulled, muscles sluggish, the dynamic athlete couldn’t comprehend these hindrances. The buxom pro started to land punches at will, bouncing Sienna’s head in all directions until the bell sounded to end the first round.

"Everything was going according to our plan! Why would you take that torpedo to your flank? I think it caught your liver the way you were turtling up, and your fists were far too sluggish after taking that shot." Erin sponged her fighter down, and got that cold press attached to a red left cheek. A pair of cotton swabs hung unceremoniously out of her nose before being removed. "Breathe for me... good. We both know you can destroy a girl with your fists, but you can't take her out with one punch. That jaw of hers will crack, but not without some effort, and your body work was great. I know you got broadsided by that one shot."

"You're telling me. Gahhh fuck, I think you're right about that hook finding my liver." Sienna paid no attention to Sam as her eyes were on her corner girl. "I thought I could end her if I caught her flush with a cross and a hook, but... ahhhhh ffffuck." She whined when a glove bathed in ice water applied pressure to her bruised midsection. "Obviously not, and that's when her glove rammed into my... liver."

"Don't over-think it. She's got more armor than we do, but she's a girl just like us. Sadly you can't fight fire with fire because of that. Annoy her with your speed, and when she reaches... tag her. Over and over and over... you get the idea." She let Sienna get as much water as she needed while she rinsed off her ward's mouthpiece before cinching it between her own teeth. "Mmmmmm hehe! Now go show this pro what us foxies can do!"

But sadly despite the best laid plans and Sienna’s best efforts and as the round count grew ever higher, the damage started by Sam’s liver shot only continued to escalate beyond the vital organ. Sienna fought valiantly through the pain, landing good combinations all about Sam’s body and face, but Sienna’s fists began to lose their snap and her chin it’s toughness as the beautiful pro’s brutal fists ground the ferocious foxy’s down to the point that Sienna’s gloves couldn’t be raised past chest levels in ways she would not usually approve.

It came to the point late in the fourth round where Sam did not fear Sienna’s fists anymore, and kept charging into Sienna to land bombs at will. Blood continuously flew from Sienna’s face while her body displayed a dark rainbow range of colored bruises. Sadly, it all came crashing down when the pain in Sienna’s body exceeded her limits. Her legs refused to move and her arms would not rise and the 5th became Sienna’s final round.

Bruised and bloodied, it all came to an end though as Sam closed in on her prey. Feet welded to the mat, her large fist tightened as it began to rocket upwards from her hip until it crashed into the pit of Sienna’s stomach. Deeper and deeper the red leather sank into Sienna’s body. To the point that many wondered if Sam trying to crunch Sienna’s spine instead of merely destroying her midsection.

Sam’s rampaging power was on full display as she savagely lifted Sienna off of the mat as that blonde’s mouthpiece flew through the air and sailed by the shocked blue eyes of her best friend. A loud thud signaled Sienna’s body crashing upon the mat. Crumbled up in a heap as the ref began the count, but everyone in the arena already knew the result as they stood on their feet and counted along in between cheers.

Sam just looked on, wiping away some of the blood from her mouth:

“Sienna huh? Looks like you got your just desserts.”
“......I think you’re thinking of Sahara there Sam…”
“Shut up Cass.”

Samantha Armstrong: 36-0-0, 36 by KO

Description
Art by
Sienna is a creation of
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's so good! Why didn't I post this sooner!?
This wonderful piece of work which is somehow even better than the last is from chou-roninx and I'm not sure if I could say anything at the quality outside of of that chou-roninx does commissions: chou-roninx.deviantart.com/jou… so make sure to send a note if you have any interest or see what you like when looking at excellent artwork.

Taking place shortly after Sam pounded Erin comes The Emerald Inferno to take revengence!!
An extra big thanks to fxboxing-fan for taking the impossible task of cleaning, editing and augmenting the stream of dribble that is my writing style. Enjoy!
-------------------------------------------------------------

Two weeks elapsed since the voluptuous rump of Erin Milanna was flattened in defeat as Samantha Armstrong stood over her in victory. Samantha’s parting words bouncing and echoing through Erin’s skull. Her parting words hung around longer than the bruises and cuts that Erin was forced to wear as humiliating reminders of a fight she’d love to forget.

“Sienna! You have to take this seriously! I can’t tell you how just how hard Sam hits! It’s almost supernatural!” Erin said, tone tense - frustration in her voice, her hands adorned with a black pair of focus mitts held high. Erin sensed that her partner in fistacuffs (and fisting), Sienna Pyralis wasn’t taking the training as serious as she should be taking it.

“Your match with Sam is tomorrow! You have to take this fucking serious!” Unfortunately Erin’s pleas weren’t louder than the punches landing upon her mitts. “At least put a top on so it’s closer to fight conditions!”

“Oh Erin, first thing you should do is take the redwood out, and throw it in a wood chipper. Then, maybe we can get some actual training done.” Sienna responded, a soft smile in tow, “See? The problem you had is that you got hit, and as you may know, this chin doesn’t get hit.” Sienna retorted with a cheeky wink and a hook to the mitt in front of her as her BFF’s annoyance continued to grow.

“Sienna, I’m telling you that you can’t take Sam lightly.”

“Pshaw! Puh-lease Er-bear! The only bitch that’s going to lay a glove on me, or maybe put something inside me, is the bossy bitch standing in front of me. Not Sammi I-have-no-ass.”

Unbeknownst to the two besties training inside the ring, the Milanna matriarch was perusing the contracts they’d signed as well as another set of documents snug under her arm in a folder. She was conducting a double-check on signatures among the smaller details.

“Oh hmm...interesting..” Shelby Milanna hummed to herself when her sharp eyes spotted a clause that engaged her razor-sharp mind. Even though it might have been too late to help the girls out with their present situation, the future was going to be tipping sharply in their favor.

***************

Finally, fight night arrived, and the main event was seconds away as both fighters made their way to the ring. Cheers, jeers, and catcalls from the crowd closely mimicked the two fighters dispositions and attitudes as the settled into their corners.

“What the fuck, Er-Bear?! Why didn’t you say something about these tops!? I feel like I’m wearing a bomb suit!” A bratty Sienna remarked, glaring at her as if she was trying to burn a hole through Erin’s skull.

“Don’t blame me! I tried to warn you!” Erin replied, getting closer to Sienna’s face.

“What!? And why in the world would someone hide a pair of DD’s like these!?” Sienna said, inching closer to Erin’s face before the two couldn’t help it any longer and quickly locked their moist, luscious lips.

“I love it when you talk dirty you filthy bitch…” Erin whispered in between kisses.

“Was this something that happened more in your day, Cass?” Sam said, arching a brow as she slowly turned her head away from the girls playing tonsil hockey across the ring to her friend and trainer Cassandra Langley. Cass just responded with a smirk.

The public display of affection was quickly cut short as the ref called both fighters to center ring to touch gloves. A few last second instructions came from there seconds as they sucked their mouthpieces in before the bell rang.

Sienna gave the intrusive black sports bra she wore a scowl. How could anyone deny her breasts their right to freedom? She pushed off the ropes in her corner to meet Samantha in the middle of the ring. The slippery athlete charged straight at Sam, and laced both sides of her face with a pair of hooks and finished the combination with a cross that whipped the pro’s head to the side. Knocking a ball of spit from her lips as the boxer in red and black swarmed in close. Strategy dictated that she keep her forward momentum to land shots, and then gobble up the bigger girl in a tight clinch; not letting her respond back with any punches of her own.

The devilish foxy pushed her large breasts against Sam’s. “You have some nice jugs there Sammi. It’s too bad you don’t like them as much as I do. Though it feels like your lances want to rackup with mine.” She mocked her professional adversary.

All the champion could do was growl and push Sienna back. Much to her dismay, Sienna used the small retreat to land a one-two to the brunette’s pretty face, and fell further back to better utilize her reach advantage by pawing away at Sam with jabs and straights.

Samantha bit down hard on her mouthguard, her fists clenched tightly within her crimson gloves. She marched towards the foxy whose low hanging gloves dared Sam to test her speed and defenses. Again, the blonde quickly stepped in to slam her comely visage with a pair of stiff hooks that left some good marks on Sam’s cheeks. Frustration began to build when the fluid puncher tied her up before the thick-set girl could put her heavy hands to use.

It was a reckless tactic but so far one that was proving to have a high reward. Sam grunted, trying to slip free of the clinch as Sienna pushed herself in closer.

“Oh Sammi! Is that kitty getting a little warmer... just for me?” Sienna coolly remarked, as the sensual words slithered from her lips to Sam’s ears. The ruttish boxer gave the pro a parting kiss - a black kiss. A right uppercut flew underneath Sam’s chin, to knock her head back, and left the brunette stunned for a moment. The blonde took advantage by unleashing a series of haymakers to her opponent’s jaw line to send black hair in all directions. A wave of confidence washed over Sienna as her combination led to another clinch.

“Sammi Sammi, I...I...uuuuuhn….” Slowly a low, guttural moan emitted from Sienna’s glossy lips. Looking down for a moment, she spotted a red glove sinking deep into the pit of her stomach before looking up into Sam’s face. The blonde slid away through the clinch, down Sam’s legs to her knees. Green eyes bulged while she gasped for air as the ref came in and began the count. As her tormentor turned away, Sienna looked up sucking in huge gulps of air, barely able to think.

The count of 8 echoed in Sienna’s head. Getting her feet underneath her again, she hoisted her gloves up and made for Sam again. Practically daring the dark-haired fighter to take a shot at her chin. Reflexes dulled, muscles sluggish, the dynamic athlete couldn’t comprehend these hindrances. The buxom pro started to land punches at will, bouncing Sienna’s head in all directions until the bell sounded to end the first round.

"Everything was going according to our plan! Why would you take that torpedo to your flank? I think it caught your liver the way you were turtling up, and your fists were far too sluggish after taking that shot." Erin sponged her fighter down, and got that cold press attached to a red left cheek. A pair of cotton swabs hung unceremoniously out of her nose before being removed. "Breathe for me... good. We both know you can destroy a girl with your fists, but you can't take her out with one punch. That jaw of hers will crack, but not without some effort, and your body work was great. I know you got broadsided by that one shot."

"You're telling me. Gahhh fuck, I think you're right about that hook finding my liver." Sienna paid no attention to Sam as her eyes were on her corner girl. "I thought I could end her if I caught her flush with a cross and a hook, but... ahhhhh ffffuck." She whined when a glove bathed in ice water applied pressure to her bruised midsection. "Obviously not, and that's when her glove rammed into my... liver."

"Don't over-think it. She's got more armor than we do, but she's a girl just like us. Sadly you can't fight fire with fire because of that. Annoy her with your speed, and when she reaches... tag her. Over and over and over... you get the idea." She let Sienna get as much water as she needed while she rinsed off her ward's mouthpiece before cinching it between her own teeth. "Mmmmmm hehe! Now go show this pro what us foxies can do!"

But sadly despite the best laid plans and Sienna’s best efforts and as the round count grew ever higher, the damage started by Sam’s liver shot only continued to escalate beyond the vital organ. Sienna fought valiantly through the pain, landing good combinations all about Sam’s body and face, but Sienna’s fists began to lose their snap and her chin it’s toughness as the beautiful pro’s brutal fists ground the ferocious foxy’s down to the point that Sienna’s gloves couldn’t be raised past chest levels in ways she would not usually approve.

It came to the point late in the fourth round where Sam did not fear Sienna’s fists anymore, and kept charging into Sienna to land bombs at will. Blood continuously flew from Sienna’s face while her body displayed a dark rainbow range of colored bruises. Sadly, it all came crashing down when the pain in Sienna’s body exceeded her limits. Her legs refused to move and her arms would not rise and the 5th became Sienna’s final round.

Bruised and bloodied, it all came to an end though as Sam closed in on her prey. Feet welded to the mat, her large fist tightened as it began to rocket upwards from her hip until it crashed into the pit of Sienna’s stomach. Deeper and deeper the red leather sank into Sienna’s body. To the point that many wondered if Sam trying to crunch Sienna’s spine instead of merely destroying her midsection.

Sam’s rampaging power was on full display as she savagely lifted Sienna off of the mat as that blonde’s mouthpiece flew through the air and sailed by the shocked blue eyes of her best friend. A loud thud signaled Sienna’s body crashing upon the mat. Crumbled up in a heap as the ref began the count, but everyone in the arena already knew the result as they stood on their feet and counted along in between cheers.

Sam just looked on, wiping away some of the blood from her mouth:

“Sienna huh? Looks like you got your just desserts.”
“......I think you’re thinking of Sahara there Sam…”
“Shut up Cass.”

Samantha Armstrong: 36-0-0, 36 by KO