Post by Sarah Crestwell on Jun 5, 2015 23:08:05 GMT -5
It wasn’t the most thought out plans but she was really trying to find whatever distraction she could. Lately her fighting had been put on hold by a large amount of drinking and wallowing in sadness. She had been able to get comfort and distractions from friends and stuff but the truth of the matter was that at the end of the day she found herself needing more of a release. Pain seemed to bring comfort but there was no comfort in just hurting herself, so instead she found every opportunity in the schools sport system that she could to get herself in a painful place.
She was getting her gloves on as she looked up to see the boxing ring being used by two very brutish seniors who had obviously been in line for some sort of scholarship. If they weren’t, they could probably beat one out of some scouts so long as they got within arms reach judging by how hard they were socking each other. Sarah looked up into the ring as one of the coaches came over to continue trying to talk her out of this endeavor. He had definitely seemed pretty dead set on making her give it all up.
”Listen, I get that you are probably doing some female empowerment girls can do this too thing, and like rock on keep doing that, but you should really be boxing someone in your weight class, that’s just how it’s done!” He didn’t understand why she wanted to fight these guys but the truth of the matter was every word he said solidified her resolve further. She wanted to get the absolute crap kicked out of her, or punched out of her in this case. She was damned and determined to do so and if he wasn’t going to help than he could fuck off as far as she was concerned.
“I get that you’re trying to help me,” Sarah said with a somewhat cold tone, “But fuck off, coach.”
The coach raised his hand to backhand her but before the hand could fly in her direction her punch hit him hard in the nose and knocked him flat on his back. The crunch she had heard was pretty satisfactory, and she praised herself mentally on being able to do so much damage despite wearing boxing gloves. The two seniors got distracted and looked over toward her as she jumped up onto the ring’s side before hopping over the ropes. She approached the two seniors and held her arms out to either side as far as she could before grinning at them.
”What? You want a hug?”
“No,” Sarah replied to Chris, a rather competent smartass who didn’t really look too muscly until you got him with his shirt off. Tory who had been boxing with him was a somewhat dimwitted meaty giant, very strong and tough but nowhere near as tough. “I want you to beat the absolute shit out of me.”
”Uhhh, I don’t think I’m supposed to hit a girl,” Tory said, his gloved right hand attempted to scratch the back of his head but it seemed to only make it itch more as he moved the hand more and more vigorously as he mulled the idea over. ”Besides I’m pretty sure Starke would kick our asses if we beat up his girl.”
“I’m not ‘his’ girl. I’m my girl, my own. Me. I have a name too, now beat the shit out of me or I’ll just stomp your face until you can’t get a date for the rest of the year.”
”So nothing new for Tory, then?” Chris chimed in, but Tory seemed a bit perturbed as a sucker punch floored the kid.
”You want someone to kick the shit out of you and you’re gonna insist on it? Fine. But don’t take cheap shots from that joker.” Tory charged as a right undercut came in fast and strong, hitting her in her gut. She had a brief moment in her mind where she thought more and more about how that fight with Macht had gone. She had made him bleed, she had hurt him badly. Was she able to withstand an onslaught like this?
That brief moment passed and she had her answer as she was forced to open her mouth and watch a splatter of blood strike against the ring floor, creating a crescent shape before a left cross nearly busted her jaw and floored her. ”Two hits huh? That’s all it took?” He sounded pretty confident but as Sarah wiped her face against her glove and stood back up he went a little more quiet. He wasn’t used to fighters taking hits from him like this and he became a little enraged at the prospect, or at least he must have because his next move was a flurry of hits. A right jab, a left jab, right uppercut toward her jaw, left haymaker, and then something completely out of character, both of his gloves reached out to grab her face as his head came in and collided with her face.
Sarah felt her eyes swell up a bit as she could feel a dull sting in her cheeks. She was having trouble seeing as much as before, and it was definitely really jarring to feel his hits come in so hard and fast. Still, as the hits came in she took them and though there was a circular blood spill to accompany the crescent one she was quick to bring herself back up to her feet. Her eyes looked glassy to her opponent who hesitated as his chest heaved. It seemed that he had worn himself out already as he began to send a barrage of punches in toward her body. Each hit came with a sharp breath from him and a grunt from Sarah. This continued for quite awhile until an audible crack sounded out, followed by screams.
”See that? You aren’t too bright,” Chris said as he got up and looked over at Tory who was holding his fist and screaming. ”You get carried away, you don’t control yourself, you are gonna break some of your own bones. You just busted your fuckin fist bro.”
”SHUT THE FUCK UP! Tory charged at Chris who sidestepped the charge, leaving his foot behind enough to trip the fighter up as he came crashing down into the corner of the ring, knocking himself out with his own momentum.
”He never was too bright. I like the guy, but he really needs to think a bit more. I could say the same about you, Crestwell.”
Sarah gave the guy a bit of a look, a shocked look to say the least.
”Yeah I know your name. I watched you at the beatdown. You get off to this shit or something? Not too smart of a hobby. But,” He gave a very exaggerated shrug, ”I’ll oblige, happily.”
And with that he struck her in the neck, hard and fast. She could feel that he wasn’t as strong as Tory had been but his strikes had been more precise and brutal, the neck shot had her gasping for air. She had her gloves over her chest as she began coughing to get in air but as she was bent over doing so a hard hit came in for the side of her head, hitting her ear hard as she felt dizzy and fell over. There was a loud ringing but over it and through it she could hear a voice, making out just barely what it was saying.
”See the thing is, no matter how tough you are, you still have weak points.” She was on her hands and knees now but a hard kick came in, slamming her in the stomach and lifting her slightly off the floor before she came down hard flat on her stomach. ”We all have our kidneys, for example.”
A stomp came down in the side of her back as she cried out and looked up toward Chris who had very clearly been enjoying this. His foot twisted against her as if putting out a cigarette, and it caused her to let out a few more sharp cries.
”If I could get away with this shit in a real match you bet I would. I’m hoping to just sorta get into MMA fighting, you know? Or hell, maybe I’ll get injured and end up on the WWE. I could be a villain personality, you know? Real cocky son of a bitch in a suit. I could be all pompous or something.” The foot lifted as he turned away and walked over to where Tory had been taking his unintended break. ”This joker? He’s gonna go to college and probably end up partying his way out of a scholarship. I’m gonna go and major in business and learn to brand myself in my career. I’m smart like that you know?”
Sarah pushed herself up to her feet as he spoke, not aware of the movements. ”Maybe you could join me. I will be pretty rich, you know. Don’t you like rich guys?”
Sarah took up stance again, though she struggled at first and her foot slid across the floor, alerting Chris to the fact that she had gotten up. He turned quickly on his heel and with a shocked look simply stared at her for a little bit. “I don’t give a shit about money. You’re an ass. You’re a charismatic ass and if I were single I might go on a date with you but, that’s all it’d be. A free meal and me figuring out if you’re interesting enough to kiss. News flash? The answer to that is no.”
The guy seemed to get angered by this as he charged much in a way that Toby had, only this time instead of going full in he stopped short and sent a left snap kick to hit her hard in the thigh. Her fists had been up in a boxing stance allowing the kick to hit it’s mark uncontested as she let out a grunt before he began sending a series of jabs in short spurts, left right left, right left right, occasionally throwing in an undercut. She had her guard up but otherwise let him work himself up and continue throwing the punches. As she blocked again and again, but still felt the crushing strength behind his punches, she could feel them hurting slightly less and less as it continued. Each jab seeming weaker than the next until she could see the sweat dripping from his brow. He had definitely gotten upset by her, and while she could tell that it was because he had some very fragile masculinity going on she couldn’t help but admire just how much he was putting into this. Tory seemed to start coming to, his eyes opening enough to watch the fight as Sarah felt her back against the ropes, her hands up over her face in a guard with her elbows tucked.
She could feel her body, each muscle ache, each limb pull slightly, she felt like she had been tenderized for some sort of meal. Still, she had definitely gotten the rush that she was looking for as he began to almost lean his body against her, sending body shots in toward her ribs. As he pounded into her she imagined the Riot attacker hitting her ribs with the baseball bat and could honestly say that she thought this showed way more physical ability than that and yet… she was able to handle multiple hits, several hits, an onslaught to put it lightly.
Once Chris had tired himself out he took a few steps back, and Sarah threw one hard punch into his face to knock him flat on his back before collapsing to her knees. Her eyes stayed open and completely unfocused as she stared vacantly at the blood on the ground in front of her, the crescent shape forming above the small circle of blood. Chris was out cold without another word on the event, but Tory managed to say something pretty insightful.
”You can take a lot of shit, can’t you?”
She was getting her gloves on as she looked up to see the boxing ring being used by two very brutish seniors who had obviously been in line for some sort of scholarship. If they weren’t, they could probably beat one out of some scouts so long as they got within arms reach judging by how hard they were socking each other. Sarah looked up into the ring as one of the coaches came over to continue trying to talk her out of this endeavor. He had definitely seemed pretty dead set on making her give it all up.
”Listen, I get that you are probably doing some female empowerment girls can do this too thing, and like rock on keep doing that, but you should really be boxing someone in your weight class, that’s just how it’s done!” He didn’t understand why she wanted to fight these guys but the truth of the matter was every word he said solidified her resolve further. She wanted to get the absolute crap kicked out of her, or punched out of her in this case. She was damned and determined to do so and if he wasn’t going to help than he could fuck off as far as she was concerned.
“I get that you’re trying to help me,” Sarah said with a somewhat cold tone, “But fuck off, coach.”
The coach raised his hand to backhand her but before the hand could fly in her direction her punch hit him hard in the nose and knocked him flat on his back. The crunch she had heard was pretty satisfactory, and she praised herself mentally on being able to do so much damage despite wearing boxing gloves. The two seniors got distracted and looked over toward her as she jumped up onto the ring’s side before hopping over the ropes. She approached the two seniors and held her arms out to either side as far as she could before grinning at them.
”What? You want a hug?”
“No,” Sarah replied to Chris, a rather competent smartass who didn’t really look too muscly until you got him with his shirt off. Tory who had been boxing with him was a somewhat dimwitted meaty giant, very strong and tough but nowhere near as tough. “I want you to beat the absolute shit out of me.”
”Uhhh, I don’t think I’m supposed to hit a girl,” Tory said, his gloved right hand attempted to scratch the back of his head but it seemed to only make it itch more as he moved the hand more and more vigorously as he mulled the idea over. ”Besides I’m pretty sure Starke would kick our asses if we beat up his girl.”
“I’m not ‘his’ girl. I’m my girl, my own. Me. I have a name too, now beat the shit out of me or I’ll just stomp your face until you can’t get a date for the rest of the year.”
”So nothing new for Tory, then?” Chris chimed in, but Tory seemed a bit perturbed as a sucker punch floored the kid.
”You want someone to kick the shit out of you and you’re gonna insist on it? Fine. But don’t take cheap shots from that joker.” Tory charged as a right undercut came in fast and strong, hitting her in her gut. She had a brief moment in her mind where she thought more and more about how that fight with Macht had gone. She had made him bleed, she had hurt him badly. Was she able to withstand an onslaught like this?
That brief moment passed and she had her answer as she was forced to open her mouth and watch a splatter of blood strike against the ring floor, creating a crescent shape before a left cross nearly busted her jaw and floored her. ”Two hits huh? That’s all it took?” He sounded pretty confident but as Sarah wiped her face against her glove and stood back up he went a little more quiet. He wasn’t used to fighters taking hits from him like this and he became a little enraged at the prospect, or at least he must have because his next move was a flurry of hits. A right jab, a left jab, right uppercut toward her jaw, left haymaker, and then something completely out of character, both of his gloves reached out to grab her face as his head came in and collided with her face.
Sarah felt her eyes swell up a bit as she could feel a dull sting in her cheeks. She was having trouble seeing as much as before, and it was definitely really jarring to feel his hits come in so hard and fast. Still, as the hits came in she took them and though there was a circular blood spill to accompany the crescent one she was quick to bring herself back up to her feet. Her eyes looked glassy to her opponent who hesitated as his chest heaved. It seemed that he had worn himself out already as he began to send a barrage of punches in toward her body. Each hit came with a sharp breath from him and a grunt from Sarah. This continued for quite awhile until an audible crack sounded out, followed by screams.
”See that? You aren’t too bright,” Chris said as he got up and looked over at Tory who was holding his fist and screaming. ”You get carried away, you don’t control yourself, you are gonna break some of your own bones. You just busted your fuckin fist bro.”
”SHUT THE FUCK UP! Tory charged at Chris who sidestepped the charge, leaving his foot behind enough to trip the fighter up as he came crashing down into the corner of the ring, knocking himself out with his own momentum.
”He never was too bright. I like the guy, but he really needs to think a bit more. I could say the same about you, Crestwell.”
Sarah gave the guy a bit of a look, a shocked look to say the least.
”Yeah I know your name. I watched you at the beatdown. You get off to this shit or something? Not too smart of a hobby. But,” He gave a very exaggerated shrug, ”I’ll oblige, happily.”
And with that he struck her in the neck, hard and fast. She could feel that he wasn’t as strong as Tory had been but his strikes had been more precise and brutal, the neck shot had her gasping for air. She had her gloves over her chest as she began coughing to get in air but as she was bent over doing so a hard hit came in for the side of her head, hitting her ear hard as she felt dizzy and fell over. There was a loud ringing but over it and through it she could hear a voice, making out just barely what it was saying.
”See the thing is, no matter how tough you are, you still have weak points.” She was on her hands and knees now but a hard kick came in, slamming her in the stomach and lifting her slightly off the floor before she came down hard flat on her stomach. ”We all have our kidneys, for example.”
A stomp came down in the side of her back as she cried out and looked up toward Chris who had very clearly been enjoying this. His foot twisted against her as if putting out a cigarette, and it caused her to let out a few more sharp cries.
”If I could get away with this shit in a real match you bet I would. I’m hoping to just sorta get into MMA fighting, you know? Or hell, maybe I’ll get injured and end up on the WWE. I could be a villain personality, you know? Real cocky son of a bitch in a suit. I could be all pompous or something.” The foot lifted as he turned away and walked over to where Tory had been taking his unintended break. ”This joker? He’s gonna go to college and probably end up partying his way out of a scholarship. I’m gonna go and major in business and learn to brand myself in my career. I’m smart like that you know?”
Sarah pushed herself up to her feet as he spoke, not aware of the movements. ”Maybe you could join me. I will be pretty rich, you know. Don’t you like rich guys?”
Sarah took up stance again, though she struggled at first and her foot slid across the floor, alerting Chris to the fact that she had gotten up. He turned quickly on his heel and with a shocked look simply stared at her for a little bit. “I don’t give a shit about money. You’re an ass. You’re a charismatic ass and if I were single I might go on a date with you but, that’s all it’d be. A free meal and me figuring out if you’re interesting enough to kiss. News flash? The answer to that is no.”
The guy seemed to get angered by this as he charged much in a way that Toby had, only this time instead of going full in he stopped short and sent a left snap kick to hit her hard in the thigh. Her fists had been up in a boxing stance allowing the kick to hit it’s mark uncontested as she let out a grunt before he began sending a series of jabs in short spurts, left right left, right left right, occasionally throwing in an undercut. She had her guard up but otherwise let him work himself up and continue throwing the punches. As she blocked again and again, but still felt the crushing strength behind his punches, she could feel them hurting slightly less and less as it continued. Each jab seeming weaker than the next until she could see the sweat dripping from his brow. He had definitely gotten upset by her, and while she could tell that it was because he had some very fragile masculinity going on she couldn’t help but admire just how much he was putting into this. Tory seemed to start coming to, his eyes opening enough to watch the fight as Sarah felt her back against the ropes, her hands up over her face in a guard with her elbows tucked.
She could feel her body, each muscle ache, each limb pull slightly, she felt like she had been tenderized for some sort of meal. Still, she had definitely gotten the rush that she was looking for as he began to almost lean his body against her, sending body shots in toward her ribs. As he pounded into her she imagined the Riot attacker hitting her ribs with the baseball bat and could honestly say that she thought this showed way more physical ability than that and yet… she was able to handle multiple hits, several hits, an onslaught to put it lightly.
Once Chris had tired himself out he took a few steps back, and Sarah threw one hard punch into his face to knock him flat on his back before collapsing to her knees. Her eyes stayed open and completely unfocused as she stared vacantly at the blood on the ground in front of her, the crescent shape forming above the small circle of blood. Chris was out cold without another word on the event, but Tory managed to say something pretty insightful.
”You can take a lot of shit, can’t you?”
