Tilltomorrow
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- May 1, 2019
Sir Dudley was puzzled, he was beside himself, he was frustrated, even angry.
Dark-haired and broad-shouldered, the world heavyweight champion stood in the ring and could not find his place. The cheeks appeared on his face, wrinkles distorted his forehead, his eyebrows arched in anger.
An audience had already gathered around him. Dressed in insanely expensive outfits, the bohemians, the elite, lined up and sat around the ring. They were hiding their faces behind masks and whispering constantly, irritating the already annoyed boxer.
Suddenly, everyone present turned around, their eyes fixed on someone who had just entered the room. He walked swiftly to the ring, still with the attention of the entire audience. Just then, that same audience threw their heads back and looked up, as it flew up into the air and into the ring.
It was a girl. She walked into the auditorium, reached the ring and jumped over the ring rail and landed right on top of it.
Dudley looked her over from head to toe. She had black boots, gray and white khaki military-style pants, a black top that showed off her strong, toned but still elegant abs and covered her small breasts, broad shoulders and thin neck, and on top of that a face with a scar, wheat-colored hair and a scar on her cheek, a red beret on her head.
Dudley's annoyance became even greater. This girl was his opponent. And she was stunningly beautiful. Her skin was without a single blemish, so uniform, so smooth. Her facial features were soft, though her gaze was determined and there was a resilience and fighting spirit in her eyes that made the boxer shiver. Even the scar on her face gave her an air of sophistication and singularity rather than disfigurement. Her hair was neatly styled and braided, only her thin bangs slightly covering her face.
-What on earth was that!
The boxer strode resolutely toward the girl and stood full-length right in front of her. She was about his chest, so in response she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes with the same determination.
-My name is Dudley, Miss..." he said, holding out his hand, which wore a huge red glove.
Cami," the girl answered. For all the menacing look, her voice was quiet and soft.
Dudley lowered his gaze. Now Cami was disgruntled and already her forehead was distorted with wrinkles.
-Is something wrong?
-Yes, Miss..." Dudley hesitated a little, but quickly pulled himself together. He looked up and met the girl's gaze with determination. - Yes, Miss Cami, I wanted to tell you that I am intolerably puzzled and angry that you were chosen as my opponent.
The girl's eyes widened in surprise.
What? Do you consider me an unworthy opponent?
-No, I..." Dudley knew that would happen. He knew that a girl of that character and in such a place would take his courtesy and gallantry as an insult.
The girl was determined, her gaze hard, even rude. She was outraged that her opponent was questioning her abilities. At least, that was what Dudley had decided for himself.
-I can't fight a woman! - Finally the boxer yelled at the top of his voice, even cocking his head and taking his eyes off the girl in front of him.
Cammie stared in amazement at the tanned man, huge, muscular, dressed like a dandy in a white shirt and pants with suspenders, like a rich spoiled heir. Could he really be like that?
The girl covered her mouth and laughed. This puzzled Dudley even more. The girl didn't wait for him to finally pull himself together and say something.
-You shouldn't...I understand, but you shouldn't think so low of me...What's your name?
- Dudley, Miss...
The girl looked calm, even the tension in her seemed to disappear.
We're going to fight. That's what I've decided. If I don't finish what I started, I can't go on living. This is more than a tournament to me.
Dudley lowered his gaze sadly.
- I understand. I hope through this tournament to reclaim my family's possessions. Very important and valuable to me. Forgive me, I would never have participated in such a dishonorable event if I didn't need to.
Cammie smiled. She smiled a bright and sincere smile. The man was strange, but he certainly wasn't bad. It amused her that such a man found himself in such circumstances.
The girl stood at attention, straightened to her full height and put her hands to her sides, looking up at her huge opponent with visible friendliness.
You seem like a nice guy. But make no mistake. I've decided to take part in this fight and I'll go all the way.
Suddenly there was a sternness on her face.
And I'm not going to let you get away with it, no matter how good a guy you are!
It was supposed to be a fight to the bitter end. Winner and loser.
Dudley and the girl parted ways and backed into corners. The boxer was jumping on the spot, executing punches through the air, preparing in body and spirit for the fight. The girl in the opposite corner was warming up; she was stretching her legs all the way out, getting on the splits and bending her back like a bow. The man noted for himself how goofy and flexible the girl was. His passion and naive admiration for her beauty hurt him. He could not accept the fact that he would hurt such a beautiful creature.
The fight began and Cammie rushed forward. She disappeared from Dudley's sight with her first move, and at his feet she spun around like a whirligig and put her full weight right under the boxer's knee with her kicked out foot. A sharp pain pierced his body, the joint nearly ruptured, and only his strong muscles prevented the bones from cracking. He couldn't take another punch like that.
Dudley noted that the girl's legs were strong and underneath her clothes were muscles trained and hard as steel. Such blows could not only take him out of the fight, but could also seriously injure him.
The girl was already behind him. Barely had time to turn around, Dudley received another kick to the face. Without waiting a second, the blonde grabbed him by his clothes and pulled herself up, simultaneously thrusting her bent-knee leg forward and driving that very knee into his chest. Dudley coughed, and his breathing became labored, his eyes blurred.
At that moment he realized that the gentleman's decency could cost him not only the tournament win, but his entire career. He swept away any unnecessary thoughts, and the man made a decision.
A stingy tear rolled down the boxer's cheek. He had not yet opened his eyes from the pain, his face and facial bones continued to ache from the blow. His breath was slowly coming back as he quickly maneuvered away from his opponent with his back to the nearest corner.
"I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to. But I have no choice. I'll apologize to you after the fight," Dudley thought and got into a fighting stance.
Cammy attacked incessantly. Her blows were honed, strong, and swift. Each one had to be devastating, and all Dudley did was duck, unable to attack. Occasionally the blows did reach the boxer, but his strong body and will prevented those blows from ending the fight. The huge boxer dodged, parried, reflected, and deflected the blows.
At one point the girl cornered the boxer. She surged into the air, drew her strong legs to her chest and straightened them with force, flying at her opponent like a projectile.
Her confidence in her flexibility and agility failed her. She was sturdy, but still light enough to make all her movements easy. Her opponent was a super heavyweight, a huge muscular giant.
And she didn't expect this giant to be as fast as she was.
As she flew, she didn't see her target disappear from view, as she herself had done at the beginning of the fight. In the next instant, pain pierced her side, went inside and went through her internal organs. The girl changed her flight path and flew even higher up.
Dudley dodged her blow in the blink of an eye and immediately counterattacked, putting all his strength into the blow. The upward blow reached her oblique muscles and, like a drill, sank into her side, throwing her upward. The girl could barely control her body in flight, and the pain was sudden and prevented her from gathering herself. As she flew under her own weight, she could no longer prepare for Sir Dudley about to strike a second blow. With the strength in his hand, he tensed every muscle and raised his arm vertically upward. The fist, clad in a huge glove, dug into the girl's front, covering almost her entire torso from the waist down to her chest. From the pain, her abdominal muscles didn't have time to tense and the blow collapsed them, flattened them under its own weight of the rest of her body, drove the fist deeper, crushing her insides. The girl's body settled on an arm as hard as a marble column, making her body rest against the fist in the area where her stomach was located. A grimace of pain crossed the girl's face, followed by a gag and the remains of undigested food poured out in bits and pieces from her mouth right into the ring.
As for Dudley, he wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking any other way than in the category of how a fighter who wants to finish a fight as quickly as possible should think. With every punch he would crush his enemy, his body and his will to win. His body was stronger than most people's. And it was faster. He fought monsters. real monsters, wizards and sorcerers. His body had long exceeded what was available to the average man.
The only thought he had left from the beginning, even before he decided to fight in earnest: he would not cripple her appearance. This beautiful girl is a fighter with her charming face-he will not dare mutilate her appearance.
The new fool and the girl flew into the corner, unable to regroup. She hit the corner of the ring and collapsed. Vomit continues to leave her insides - the last punch crushed her gut again. The boxer is close by and manages to catch her just before she falls to the floor of the ring. Boxing doesn't involve grabbing her opponent - if she falls, he has to wait for her to stay down or get up again, and he can't let her do that. Punch, punch, punch again, in the same place. No sooner had his muscles rested from the previous blow than a new one ripped them apart. Dudley's fist dug deeper and deeper into the girl's strong, embossed muscles, which were already changing color from red to a darker, crimson, and then purple. Her bowels dance inside her body, her muscles contracting violently, trembling, her breasts quivering trying to resume their ability to breathe uninterrupted, her stomach emptying as its contents continue to pour from the girl's beautiful lips. Dudley doesn't look at what's happening, he's in a rush, he'll stop when the girl passes out, when the fight is over.
Punch after punch he pummels her into the corner of the ring until blood rushes out of her mouth and into his crystal white shirt. Sir Dudley recoils and bounces back.
Before him is a heartbreaking sight. The girl is leaning against the corner of the ring, her legs trembling and closed at the knees, keeping her from falling, her face in agony, her eyes clouded, her lips dripping with saliva and leftover food. She can hardly breathe, her abdomen like a pump, dancing in time with her breathing, her once strong muscles unable to tense and hold shape, her inflamed and bruised belly relaxed, her insides squeezing it from inside like a tight leather sack that constantly jerks. The girl is convulsed.
Again a tear runs down the boxer's cheek. He did not wish such cruelty. A punch to the gut punches through the girl's stomach, reaches all the way to her spine, blood pouring from her mouth as the body finally falls exhaustedly to the ground.
Cammie wakes up in the infirmary. Pain is the first thing she feels. Her gut twists, her abdominal muscles burn with fire. Tears pour down her cheeks - she's lost.
Excuse me miss, my personal physician will examine you. - We hear a sad male voice nearby.
The girl hardly looks back at the man. Her recent adversary is staring dejectedly at the floor.
Dark-haired and broad-shouldered, the world heavyweight champion stood in the ring and could not find his place. The cheeks appeared on his face, wrinkles distorted his forehead, his eyebrows arched in anger.
An audience had already gathered around him. Dressed in insanely expensive outfits, the bohemians, the elite, lined up and sat around the ring. They were hiding their faces behind masks and whispering constantly, irritating the already annoyed boxer.
Suddenly, everyone present turned around, their eyes fixed on someone who had just entered the room. He walked swiftly to the ring, still with the attention of the entire audience. Just then, that same audience threw their heads back and looked up, as it flew up into the air and into the ring.
It was a girl. She walked into the auditorium, reached the ring and jumped over the ring rail and landed right on top of it.
Dudley looked her over from head to toe. She had black boots, gray and white khaki military-style pants, a black top that showed off her strong, toned but still elegant abs and covered her small breasts, broad shoulders and thin neck, and on top of that a face with a scar, wheat-colored hair and a scar on her cheek, a red beret on her head.
Dudley's annoyance became even greater. This girl was his opponent. And she was stunningly beautiful. Her skin was without a single blemish, so uniform, so smooth. Her facial features were soft, though her gaze was determined and there was a resilience and fighting spirit in her eyes that made the boxer shiver. Even the scar on her face gave her an air of sophistication and singularity rather than disfigurement. Her hair was neatly styled and braided, only her thin bangs slightly covering her face.
-What on earth was that!
The boxer strode resolutely toward the girl and stood full-length right in front of her. She was about his chest, so in response she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes with the same determination.
-My name is Dudley, Miss..." he said, holding out his hand, which wore a huge red glove.
Cami," the girl answered. For all the menacing look, her voice was quiet and soft.
Dudley lowered his gaze. Now Cami was disgruntled and already her forehead was distorted with wrinkles.
-Is something wrong?
-Yes, Miss..." Dudley hesitated a little, but quickly pulled himself together. He looked up and met the girl's gaze with determination. - Yes, Miss Cami, I wanted to tell you that I am intolerably puzzled and angry that you were chosen as my opponent.
The girl's eyes widened in surprise.
What? Do you consider me an unworthy opponent?
-No, I..." Dudley knew that would happen. He knew that a girl of that character and in such a place would take his courtesy and gallantry as an insult.
The girl was determined, her gaze hard, even rude. She was outraged that her opponent was questioning her abilities. At least, that was what Dudley had decided for himself.
-I can't fight a woman! - Finally the boxer yelled at the top of his voice, even cocking his head and taking his eyes off the girl in front of him.
Cammie stared in amazement at the tanned man, huge, muscular, dressed like a dandy in a white shirt and pants with suspenders, like a rich spoiled heir. Could he really be like that?
The girl covered her mouth and laughed. This puzzled Dudley even more. The girl didn't wait for him to finally pull himself together and say something.
-You shouldn't...I understand, but you shouldn't think so low of me...What's your name?
- Dudley, Miss...
The girl looked calm, even the tension in her seemed to disappear.
We're going to fight. That's what I've decided. If I don't finish what I started, I can't go on living. This is more than a tournament to me.
Dudley lowered his gaze sadly.
- I understand. I hope through this tournament to reclaim my family's possessions. Very important and valuable to me. Forgive me, I would never have participated in such a dishonorable event if I didn't need to.
Cammie smiled. She smiled a bright and sincere smile. The man was strange, but he certainly wasn't bad. It amused her that such a man found himself in such circumstances.
The girl stood at attention, straightened to her full height and put her hands to her sides, looking up at her huge opponent with visible friendliness.
You seem like a nice guy. But make no mistake. I've decided to take part in this fight and I'll go all the way.
Suddenly there was a sternness on her face.
And I'm not going to let you get away with it, no matter how good a guy you are!
It was supposed to be a fight to the bitter end. Winner and loser.
Dudley and the girl parted ways and backed into corners. The boxer was jumping on the spot, executing punches through the air, preparing in body and spirit for the fight. The girl in the opposite corner was warming up; she was stretching her legs all the way out, getting on the splits and bending her back like a bow. The man noted for himself how goofy and flexible the girl was. His passion and naive admiration for her beauty hurt him. He could not accept the fact that he would hurt such a beautiful creature.
The fight began and Cammie rushed forward. She disappeared from Dudley's sight with her first move, and at his feet she spun around like a whirligig and put her full weight right under the boxer's knee with her kicked out foot. A sharp pain pierced his body, the joint nearly ruptured, and only his strong muscles prevented the bones from cracking. He couldn't take another punch like that.
Dudley noted that the girl's legs were strong and underneath her clothes were muscles trained and hard as steel. Such blows could not only take him out of the fight, but could also seriously injure him.
The girl was already behind him. Barely had time to turn around, Dudley received another kick to the face. Without waiting a second, the blonde grabbed him by his clothes and pulled herself up, simultaneously thrusting her bent-knee leg forward and driving that very knee into his chest. Dudley coughed, and his breathing became labored, his eyes blurred.
At that moment he realized that the gentleman's decency could cost him not only the tournament win, but his entire career. He swept away any unnecessary thoughts, and the man made a decision.
A stingy tear rolled down the boxer's cheek. He had not yet opened his eyes from the pain, his face and facial bones continued to ache from the blow. His breath was slowly coming back as he quickly maneuvered away from his opponent with his back to the nearest corner.
"I'm sorry miss, I didn't mean to. But I have no choice. I'll apologize to you after the fight," Dudley thought and got into a fighting stance.
Cammy attacked incessantly. Her blows were honed, strong, and swift. Each one had to be devastating, and all Dudley did was duck, unable to attack. Occasionally the blows did reach the boxer, but his strong body and will prevented those blows from ending the fight. The huge boxer dodged, parried, reflected, and deflected the blows.
At one point the girl cornered the boxer. She surged into the air, drew her strong legs to her chest and straightened them with force, flying at her opponent like a projectile.
Her confidence in her flexibility and agility failed her. She was sturdy, but still light enough to make all her movements easy. Her opponent was a super heavyweight, a huge muscular giant.
And she didn't expect this giant to be as fast as she was.
As she flew, she didn't see her target disappear from view, as she herself had done at the beginning of the fight. In the next instant, pain pierced her side, went inside and went through her internal organs. The girl changed her flight path and flew even higher up.
Dudley dodged her blow in the blink of an eye and immediately counterattacked, putting all his strength into the blow. The upward blow reached her oblique muscles and, like a drill, sank into her side, throwing her upward. The girl could barely control her body in flight, and the pain was sudden and prevented her from gathering herself. As she flew under her own weight, she could no longer prepare for Sir Dudley about to strike a second blow. With the strength in his hand, he tensed every muscle and raised his arm vertically upward. The fist, clad in a huge glove, dug into the girl's front, covering almost her entire torso from the waist down to her chest. From the pain, her abdominal muscles didn't have time to tense and the blow collapsed them, flattened them under its own weight of the rest of her body, drove the fist deeper, crushing her insides. The girl's body settled on an arm as hard as a marble column, making her body rest against the fist in the area where her stomach was located. A grimace of pain crossed the girl's face, followed by a gag and the remains of undigested food poured out in bits and pieces from her mouth right into the ring.
As for Dudley, he wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking any other way than in the category of how a fighter who wants to finish a fight as quickly as possible should think. With every punch he would crush his enemy, his body and his will to win. His body was stronger than most people's. And it was faster. He fought monsters. real monsters, wizards and sorcerers. His body had long exceeded what was available to the average man.
The only thought he had left from the beginning, even before he decided to fight in earnest: he would not cripple her appearance. This beautiful girl is a fighter with her charming face-he will not dare mutilate her appearance.
The new fool and the girl flew into the corner, unable to regroup. She hit the corner of the ring and collapsed. Vomit continues to leave her insides - the last punch crushed her gut again. The boxer is close by and manages to catch her just before she falls to the floor of the ring. Boxing doesn't involve grabbing her opponent - if she falls, he has to wait for her to stay down or get up again, and he can't let her do that. Punch, punch, punch again, in the same place. No sooner had his muscles rested from the previous blow than a new one ripped them apart. Dudley's fist dug deeper and deeper into the girl's strong, embossed muscles, which were already changing color from red to a darker, crimson, and then purple. Her bowels dance inside her body, her muscles contracting violently, trembling, her breasts quivering trying to resume their ability to breathe uninterrupted, her stomach emptying as its contents continue to pour from the girl's beautiful lips. Dudley doesn't look at what's happening, he's in a rush, he'll stop when the girl passes out, when the fight is over.
Punch after punch he pummels her into the corner of the ring until blood rushes out of her mouth and into his crystal white shirt. Sir Dudley recoils and bounces back.
Before him is a heartbreaking sight. The girl is leaning against the corner of the ring, her legs trembling and closed at the knees, keeping her from falling, her face in agony, her eyes clouded, her lips dripping with saliva and leftover food. She can hardly breathe, her abdomen like a pump, dancing in time with her breathing, her once strong muscles unable to tense and hold shape, her inflamed and bruised belly relaxed, her insides squeezing it from inside like a tight leather sack that constantly jerks. The girl is convulsed.
Again a tear runs down the boxer's cheek. He did not wish such cruelty. A punch to the gut punches through the girl's stomach, reaches all the way to her spine, blood pouring from her mouth as the body finally falls exhaustedly to the ground.
Cammie wakes up in the infirmary. Pain is the first thing she feels. Her gut twists, her abdominal muscles burn with fire. Tears pour down her cheeks - she's lost.
Excuse me miss, my personal physician will examine you. - We hear a sad male voice nearby.
The girl hardly looks back at the man. Her recent adversary is staring dejectedly at the floor.