Cosplay Boxing 3

Round 5: Ivy vs. Tira

Requested by CelestianRose

By MasterSaruwatari

*DING!*

The fighters approached each other slowly this time. Tira goes back to her defensive strategy she has used from the previous rounds to get in on Ivy, which was having her gloves up and moving her head. This, just like before, made her a difficult target. Ivy stood just out of the max range of where she could reach Tira from afar and started popping off stiff sniping jabs to her head that were finding nothing but air. Each jab Ivy threw, the closer and closer Tira got into her prefer range of attacking Ivy. She was only a few feet away from her after a couple jabs from Ivy she avoided successfully . Ivy noticed the situation she was in, and tried to throw a looping left hook to make some distance between them. Tira ducks it on reaction and throws a left uppercut to the belt line and scores with it. It took the wind out of Ivy. Tira switches targets and starts unloading combinations of jabs to Ivy's breasts. Each shot landed with great force and compressed both of Ivy's breasts. The amount of velocity on them was amazing too.

Ivy screams and shouts in pain, before pulling Tira into a tight clinch to stop her vicious assault. She makes it tight by wrapping her arms around Tira's neck and leans in using all her body weight to make sure Tira couldn't punch or move out of it, but she did get a face full of Ivy's pillows. "Ugh…..W-w-where is she getting this energy from? I thought she was out of energy!!!" Ivy was breathing heavily. She felt a sight burning feel in her chest. It was starting to get very red. She uses her body weight to make Tira walk backwards into the ropes.  

Tira couldn't punch or move out of the clinch, so just tried to wiggle her arms free like a child trying to get out of a tight hug from their mother until the ref broke them apart and gave them the signal to box. There wasn't much space between both ladies like the previous break. Tira was still in range to do some damage though, but she was back up against the ropes. Ivy was kind of had an advantage on this break but she was slow to react. Tira was first to throw punches in the limited amount of distance between both ladies. She threw two quick jabs to the boobs. Ivy grunts as they slip past her guard and land. She tries to counter with a strong left straight to the eye. Tira quickly ducks it and sidesteps to the right, making sure she had full momentum before firing off a crippling right uppercut just under Ivy's breasts.

BOOM!! The shots lands with pinpoint accuracy. It knocks the wind out of Ivy and makes her double over. She was out on her feet. Ivy's guard collapsed like a tower of bricks. In a weak attempt to clinch, Ivy tried hunching over Tira, using her height and body weight like last time. Tira giggles and snickers, as she loads up a right hook. She saw huge opening  from this weak clinch attempt and was not going to let herself being caught up in a clinch stop her.

"You take nap Rose tits!" Tira's voice was so loud, that everyone up to the third row could have heard her. She unleashed a ripping right cross that lands square on the chin with smashing results. Ivy gets knock back up to a standing position. Ivy's guard was broken once again. Tira even knocked her into a deeper state of stagger; Tira noticed Ivy's current weaken state, and didn't stop bring the pain. She loads up and throws a powerful left hook to the ribs and a right hook to the right boob. Ivy loses her breathe once again and doubles over in pain as her breasts were assaulted. She had enough. Ivy makes herself fall to her knees gasping for air. Tira runs into the ropes and literally does a backflip away from both the ref and Ivy to a neutral corner. Her fans approves of such antics with rocking cheers.

"Yay that was so awesome!" Tira shouts and jumps for joy in the neutral corner. The ref does her best not to acknowledge Tira's theatrics and starts the count. "One, two, three…" She stands over Ivy.

"Ugh….What is this burning feeling?" Ivy was holding her chest. But she felt hot all over.

"Four, five, six, seven…." The ref kept counting.

"I don't understand where all this energy is coming from. Besides all her jokes and theatrics, Tira is an amazing fighter. She has earned my respect. Tira just isn't some crazy girl like I used to think she was." Ivy grins to herself as she gets to her feet. Her vision starts to clear up when she got to a vertical base when that happened.

"What is your name? Please take a step forward and show me your gloves." The ref was being very critical with her commands this late into the fight. She thought this fight won't be going to the judges.

"I-i-i-ivy….." Ivy says slowly as she takes a step forward and holds out her black gloves.

"All right then. BOX!" The ref signals for the fight to continue.

Ivy puts her gloves up and doesn't even try to walk Tira down this time. She didn't even bother throwing out sniping jabs to keep Tira at bay. She just kept her gloves up and kept her distance. Ivy was trying to milk out the rest of the round because she was hunt really bad. She didn't want to risk losing by TKO or ref stoppage. So she had to grin and bare through a ton of pain.  She was trying to milk out the rest of the time remaining in the round. Tira, on the other hand, wasn't going to let Ivy milk out the rest of the time remaining in the round. Tira dashes in and she fires off some stiff left jabs to Ivy's guard in an attempt to back her up into the ropes. They were aim at her boobs.

The jabs peg off of Ivy's arms like racket balls as Ivy's breathing became very heavy. She couldn't find a hole to execute a counter in Tira's assault because Tira kept moving her head after each and every jab. Ivy's back was getting close to hitting the ropes. She had enough of this role reversal. Ivy purposely walks herself backward into the ropes and leans her right elbow into the middle rope of the eastside of the ring. Some of Tira's jabs landed flush on their mark some didn't find their mark as much, so they weren't all that effective. Ivy grunts and somewhat groans, but fights through the pain to fire off a quick right uppercut to the chin.

Tira sees the uppercut and easily sways to the left to avoid it, and comes back with hard left cross to the temple. It lands with a smashing impact. The shot stuns Ivy heavily. She drops her gloves seeing two Tira on rubber legs. Tira grins widely and throws a right hook that landed with the same results with an added bonus, Ivy's black mouthpiece gets sent flying into the seats. Mitsu was unable to catch it this time. Ivy gets sent to the canvas hard on her side. The Tira fans go mad. Tira has scored another knockdown in this round. This was big. The ref pushes Tira back. Ivy looked unconscious as the ref's count reaches five. She gets to her knees at 7 and barely pulls herself up at nine shocking both Mitsu and her fans. The ref checks her out once more and tells them to box. She was faster about it this time since the round was almost over. Both ladies exchange a few more blows before the bell rang.

*DING!*

"That's enough! Go to your corners ladies!" The ref gets in between them and sends them both back to their corners for their last treatment the seconds would be able to give them in the small amount of time they were given. The last round was looming over both fighters' head, their seconds, and the sold out crowd among them. The tension in the arena was high.

*Ivy's corner*

With the assistance of the ref, Ivy stumbles and collapses on her stool heavily. She seems to be out of it. Ivy's words were almost unclear to Mitsu. They were really hard to hear. It was something along the lines of how Tira found this new source of energy. For such information like that, it's not a good thing when she and Mitsu needed to commutate for these precious seconds while having to deal with all the cheering as background noise.

"She got ya good Ivy. How are you feel?" Mitsu pulls out her mouthpiece and gives her some water. He was worried about her. "This has to be the worst beaten she has taken, since her first fight with Taki." Mitsu puts on Ivy's breasts.  

Ivy accepts the water like she hasn't been able to drink any of it for days. She takes into her mouth and swallows some of it and spits the rest out into a bucket Mitsu was holding out in front of her. There was a lot of blood mix in with water. "I-I-I don't know really…it's very hard to see anything." Ivy's eyes were twitching violently. She leans back and pushes the bag of ice hard against her boobs with both her gloves. Mitsu had that ready first. She has been through a lot this whole fight. There were outlines of bruises and redness on her stomach and boobs. One of her eyes was half closed and she was bleeding a little above her right eye. Ivy was sweating all over the place. This showed she was reaching her limit. Some of her sweat found it place under the outfit she was wearing too.

"Listen I don't think you can win this fight on points. You're going to need a knockout if you want to win this fight. I want you to bait her anyway you can, so you can land one of your crushing blows you got on her in the earlier rounds of this fight. Go for her head since it's the body part we have chosen to focus on for most of the fight. She is close to running out of gas too, so this will be a battle of endurance and stamina, or to put it simple: a battle of who can outlast the other. I know you can do it Ivy. By the way, how many fingers am I holding up?" Mitsu held up five fingers with his right hand. He was doing his best to reduce the redness and sealing up the cuts with his left hand.

"Hmm…Mitsu has always been there for me ever since the tournament. I think it's best to reward him for always being there for me with a knockout victory. He's one of the few people I can actually call friend in this dark life I have lived for longer than I can remember." Ivy grins at Mitsu. "I see five fingers Mitsu." Ivy says with confidence.

"Good. Now go put her to sleep Ivy!" He returns her grin. "Well she's better than Taki at least." Mitsu thought back to all his misadventures with Taki. And for some odd reason he was comparing them to his adventures with Ivy.

*Tira's corner*

Tira heads to her corner slowly looking really out of it. She really gave Ivy her best punches. Tira was cover head to toe in sweat to a point it started to really show for everyone to see. Her top was drench in sweat too. She sits down in a heap breathing heavily. She lets her arms rest against the ropes and leans back into her corner post. She had showed some noticeable bumps. She had swelling on both of her eyes as they were one third close and cuts from the previous rounds were opening up again too.

Talim, on the other hand, was applauding Tira on a good round. "Excellent work Tira. I think you have her on the ropes. How are you feeling?" Talim pulls out her mouthpiece and gives her some water. She also starts working on the cuts she suffer.

"I don't know Tira, but I played punches with Rose tits though." Tira spoke in between breathes.

"This isn't good," Talim does her best to keep Tira in fighting shape working faster than normal reducing swelling, sealing cuts, and anything else she could do with her limited second skills. "How are you feeling? You look exhausted." She asked.

"I'm fine Talim-chan! That's what all the Japanese cartoon characters say anyway." Tira really did seem to be out of it.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Talim puts up two fingers.

"It's two silly. Tira is not stupid. What is your problem?!" Tira seem to be fine…Talim forgot how Tira can have her little moments.

"Whew…all right then. Go out there and knock her out Tira!" Talim said with great excitement for the fight this fight.

"You got it Talim-chan!" Tira said in a voice that is similar to your typical female lead in most animes.

*???*

"I'm risking it all on a woman I don't even know on a personal level. Well, I have always been one for taking risks. This will not be different. This is the final round. Win, lose, or draw, I can't wait to meet you Ms. Valentine." The white haired woman laughs to herself and drinks her glass of wine. She was really getting into things.