- Joined
- Jul 30, 2010
(The fiction section has been popping off lately, really enjoy reading what everyone’s been putting out here. Decided to join the fray with a little OC of mine, if the response to this is positive I’d be open to writing a follow-up to this one and expanding the Scarlett’s universe with more characters and storylines :) )
FIGHTERS
Jordyn Rivers W/L (0-0)
Stats: 5 ft. 3, 160lbs, D cup
Bio: 29 y/o, white, blonde, green eyes
Style: street brawling/prostyle wrestling
Attire: high-waisted black pleated skirt, black wrestling boots, leopard print crop top
Lily Carpenter (0-0)
Stats: 5 ft 5, 115lbs, B cup
Bio: 25 y/o, white, brunette, brown eyes
Style: kickboxing
Attire: hot pink yoga pants w/purple stripe, white trainers, hot pink bikini top, purple scrunchie
The crowd was rowdy and thoroughly drunk when the main event commenced at The Scarlett Canvas (collaquially known to the locals of Hell’s Kitchen as “Scarlett’s”). A controversial but well-attended spot in the ubiquitous NYC neighborhood that served strong drinks and provided ample dance floor space in the midst of a hexagonal boxing ring with turnbuckles in each corner. Weekends at Scarlett’s consisted of several girl-on-girl prizefights; no holds-barred slugfests where any style of hand-to-hand combat was accepted and encouraged. Competitors both stateside and international fought for substantial payouts and there was even a backroom sportsbook that allowed seedy characters to gamble on the outcome of the bouts.
This weekend’s first match was an amateur card, newcomers with pristine records making their first foray in the arena: Jordyn Rivers and Lily Carpenter. The house DJ (doubling as the referee) introduced the two as they entered the ring in the center of the club. Jordyn was a cute and curvaceous short-haired blonde, at 5 ft. 3 in., 150 lbs, with pretty green eyes and high cheekbones. She wore a leopard-print crop top that struggled to contain her D-cups and a high-waisted black pleated skirt that didn’t quite cover her full, gorgeous ass. A matching pair of black calf-high wrestling boots rounded out her fight attire. She was a little self-concious about how her body was on display, but her boyfriend/coach Carlos had convinced her that playing up the sex appeal angle would get her more attention from the promoters. She grinned sheepishly as intoxicated men in the audience wolf whistled at her while she stretched out in her corner. Carlos was present in a tank top with a towel rolled up and hanging around his shoulders.
Her opponent was given her intro next, standing at a toned 5 ft. 5 in. and 115lbs. Lily, a slender brunette, was clad in hot pink yoga pants that sat low on her waist, below her belly ring, a purple stripe running up each leg and leading the eye down to her immaculate white trainers. a matching hot pink bikini top and purple scrunchie pulling her long auburn hair back in a ponytail rounded out her look. She was pretty, with fierce-looking light brown eyes. Onlookers marveled at her fit physique and cheered as she came out from backstage. She looked her opponent up and down as she rested in her corner. She was trained as a kickboxer, and had never faced a street brawler or prostyle wrestler before, two of the styles she was aware her opponent based her moveset on. Her coach and mentor Alan, a middle-aged former boxer in a polo, assured her “You got this champ,” rubbing her bare shoulders to psych her up.
The DJ stopped the music and hit his sampler for the bell ringing effect and the fight was on. Victory was decided in these unsanctioned fights by knockout or submission.
Lily circled her opponent with guard high, while Jordyn crouched down a bit, ready to grapple. Lily struck first, a high kick to her opponent’s head. Jordyn ducked it rather easily and dove forward for the grab. She swiftly picked up her lighter opponent and just as quickly tossed her on her back. The wind was partially knocked out of Lily as she was dropped onto the canvas. She grunted and rolled sideways to her feet. She had learned to endure the impact of a slam move from sparring with her cousin, a practitioner of Olympic Greco-Roman wrestling. She threw a left-right jab at Jordyn, clocking her in the chin with the second blow. Jordyn cradled her jaw after the impact and walked back a couple steps.
Lily chased down her prey and swung wildly with a messy right cross. Jordyn took advantage of her opponent’s lack of finesse and sent her left boot into their ribcage as the blow sailed past her. Lily dropped to one knee, clutching her side, as Jordyn wound up a superkick that would put her opponent on her back. At the last moment, Lily recovered and weaved under the superkick, rising back up to her feet with an uppercut traveling that drove Jordyn’s chin skyward, her fist sailing through the brawler’s ample clevage on the way.
Jordyn shook it off and ran at Lily with a clothesline, the nimble kickboxer avoiding it like it was their turn at limbo and punishing her enemy with a swift kick to the kidneys, causing her to moan in pain. Jordyn stumbled and caught herself against the ropes. Lily grabbed her shoulder, flipped her around and landed some vicious blows to the thick blonde’s torso. Javier winced as his lovely partner took the beating. Jordyn knew if she succumbed to the body blows and dropped to her knees that she would be a prime candidate for a clean knockout via roundhouse kick. She tightened her core and weathered the assault, finally striking back by gripping both sides of Lily’s skull and delivering a brutal headbutt that made onlookers’ teeth chatter upon witnessing the impact. Lily’s vision exploded in light and color as she stood there stunned and disoriented. Jordyn took advantage of the moment and finally delivered on the clotheslining. Lily made an embarassing gurgling noise as Jordyn’s forearm collided with her throat, dropping her on her back, arms above her head.
The crowd roared as Jordyn followed up by walking back and dropping a devastating elbow onto the fallen fighter’s midriff. Lily’s eyes went wide and her body spasmed, Jordyn rising back to her feet and skipping around the perimeter of the ring, arms raised as the crowd roared. Lily rolled to safety and got to her feet, one hand cradling her hurt stomach. Jordyn’s premature victory lap concluded when she turned back around to face Lily and was met with a high kick to the jaw. The hit was audible to both coaches, Alan grinning ear-to-ear at the sound and Carlos’ face coming down with a look of concern. Jordyn was nearly lifted off of the mat by the attack. Lily switched stances and, standing on one leg, fired off three rapid snap kicks to the defenseless streetfighter, nailing her in the tits with the first and her upper abdomen with the following ones, doubling her over.
“Give her a taste of her own medicine!” Alan helpfully suggested from behind the ropes. Lily heeded his advice and tapped her right elbow in a mocking display of prostyle theatrics before smashing it into the back of the blonde’s skull. She dropped straight down into the canvas with a whimper, ass jiggling as it shifted under her body.
“Wake up babe!” Carlos pleaded from ringside as Lily pulled her up to her knees via a fistful of her hair and started striking her face ruthlessly. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. A black eye formed on the left side of her face almost instantly due to Lily’s onslaught. Her arms hung limp at her sides as she took the beating. It wasn’t looking good for the voluptuous grappler.
“This is over if you don’t wake the hell up Jordyn!” her man shouted. The urgency of his words cut through the pain and haze and compelled her to act. She snapped out of her dizzied state and reacted as Lily drew her fist back a fourth time by tackling her with a rushdown manuver, springing forward with all her weight behind her and wrapping her arms around her opponent’s torso. She drove Lily into the mat with a crash, knocking the wind out of the slender kickboxer. Without missing a beat she stood up, grabbed Lily’s ankles spreading her toned legs apart and delivering a crushing stomp to her groin. Lily’s face froze in agony as she barely managed a yelp of pain, clutching the space between her legs, writhing on her back. Jordyn was in her element now. She bent over showing her impressive ass to the ringside crowd and gripped the sides of Lily’s skull, bringing her to a slouched over upright position. She delivered yet another massive headbutt that made Lily see stars. It was the beginning of the end, and the disappointed, pleading look on Alan’s face illustrated that well. His protegé, unable to defend herself, sat in the ring head lolling side to side, as Jordyn ran back to the ropes, bouncing off them to gain momentum. She rocketed back to the center of the ring with a mighty dropkick, one boot smashing into her nose, one into her tits. Lily was laid out, her tight physique practically one with the canvas, arms spread as if she was attempting to make a snow angel. The DJ could’ve made the call to end the fight there but Lily made the foolish decision to stagger to her feet, barely cognizant of her situation. Jordyn afforded her no mercy. She delivered an inelegant but effective haymaker to the pretty brunette’s face that spun her around, arms listlessly swinging in the same direction. Alan helplessly watched as Jordyn wrapped her strong arms around his favorite student’s, pinning them to her bare sides and constricting her breathing, stomach to back. Jordyn leaned back with a resounding battle cry, applying her brutal bearhug technique with rib-cracking efficacy. Lily moaned in pain as her tormentor squeezed harder and harder. Jordyn gritted her teeth and flexed her biceps.
“Lily, please say you give!” Alan said desperately as he watched the color drain from her face. Jordyn, high on her imminent victory, didn’t even afford Lily the opportunity to heed her trainer’s advice. She gracefully pivoted around on her back heel, still gripping her opponent’s limbs and torso, leaned forward and let gravity do the rest. The ring shook as she administered the massive body slam, Lily was crushed underneath her more formidable foe. Both fighters laid there for a moment, but only one stood back up. Jordyn climbed to her feet and surveyed Lily’s motionless body: arms limply at her sides, face smushed into the mat, a tear pooling where the two met. Not the best first outing for her.
The DJ grabbed the mic after it was clear Lily wasn’t getting back up. “First blood has been drawn, your winner, via knockout, JORDYNNNN RIVERSSSS!” the crowd erupted as Jordyn beamed with smiles and unbridled confidence, running to the ropes to give a quick peck on the lips to Carlos who was also estatic. Alan climbed into the ring to check Lily’s vitals as a couple of the house medics followed close behind with a stretcher. “Better luck next time kiddo,” he whispered to her as the music resumed and the dance floor filled back up.
FIGHTERS
Jordyn Rivers W/L (0-0)
Stats: 5 ft. 3, 160lbs, D cup
Bio: 29 y/o, white, blonde, green eyes
Style: street brawling/prostyle wrestling
Attire: high-waisted black pleated skirt, black wrestling boots, leopard print crop top
Lily Carpenter (0-0)
Stats: 5 ft 5, 115lbs, B cup
Bio: 25 y/o, white, brunette, brown eyes
Style: kickboxing
Attire: hot pink yoga pants w/purple stripe, white trainers, hot pink bikini top, purple scrunchie
The crowd was rowdy and thoroughly drunk when the main event commenced at The Scarlett Canvas (collaquially known to the locals of Hell’s Kitchen as “Scarlett’s”). A controversial but well-attended spot in the ubiquitous NYC neighborhood that served strong drinks and provided ample dance floor space in the midst of a hexagonal boxing ring with turnbuckles in each corner. Weekends at Scarlett’s consisted of several girl-on-girl prizefights; no holds-barred slugfests where any style of hand-to-hand combat was accepted and encouraged. Competitors both stateside and international fought for substantial payouts and there was even a backroom sportsbook that allowed seedy characters to gamble on the outcome of the bouts.
This weekend’s first match was an amateur card, newcomers with pristine records making their first foray in the arena: Jordyn Rivers and Lily Carpenter. The house DJ (doubling as the referee) introduced the two as they entered the ring in the center of the club. Jordyn was a cute and curvaceous short-haired blonde, at 5 ft. 3 in., 150 lbs, with pretty green eyes and high cheekbones. She wore a leopard-print crop top that struggled to contain her D-cups and a high-waisted black pleated skirt that didn’t quite cover her full, gorgeous ass. A matching pair of black calf-high wrestling boots rounded out her fight attire. She was a little self-concious about how her body was on display, but her boyfriend/coach Carlos had convinced her that playing up the sex appeal angle would get her more attention from the promoters. She grinned sheepishly as intoxicated men in the audience wolf whistled at her while she stretched out in her corner. Carlos was present in a tank top with a towel rolled up and hanging around his shoulders.
Her opponent was given her intro next, standing at a toned 5 ft. 5 in. and 115lbs. Lily, a slender brunette, was clad in hot pink yoga pants that sat low on her waist, below her belly ring, a purple stripe running up each leg and leading the eye down to her immaculate white trainers. a matching hot pink bikini top and purple scrunchie pulling her long auburn hair back in a ponytail rounded out her look. She was pretty, with fierce-looking light brown eyes. Onlookers marveled at her fit physique and cheered as she came out from backstage. She looked her opponent up and down as she rested in her corner. She was trained as a kickboxer, and had never faced a street brawler or prostyle wrestler before, two of the styles she was aware her opponent based her moveset on. Her coach and mentor Alan, a middle-aged former boxer in a polo, assured her “You got this champ,” rubbing her bare shoulders to psych her up.
The DJ stopped the music and hit his sampler for the bell ringing effect and the fight was on. Victory was decided in these unsanctioned fights by knockout or submission.
Lily circled her opponent with guard high, while Jordyn crouched down a bit, ready to grapple. Lily struck first, a high kick to her opponent’s head. Jordyn ducked it rather easily and dove forward for the grab. She swiftly picked up her lighter opponent and just as quickly tossed her on her back. The wind was partially knocked out of Lily as she was dropped onto the canvas. She grunted and rolled sideways to her feet. She had learned to endure the impact of a slam move from sparring with her cousin, a practitioner of Olympic Greco-Roman wrestling. She threw a left-right jab at Jordyn, clocking her in the chin with the second blow. Jordyn cradled her jaw after the impact and walked back a couple steps.
Lily chased down her prey and swung wildly with a messy right cross. Jordyn took advantage of her opponent’s lack of finesse and sent her left boot into their ribcage as the blow sailed past her. Lily dropped to one knee, clutching her side, as Jordyn wound up a superkick that would put her opponent on her back. At the last moment, Lily recovered and weaved under the superkick, rising back up to her feet with an uppercut traveling that drove Jordyn’s chin skyward, her fist sailing through the brawler’s ample clevage on the way.
Jordyn shook it off and ran at Lily with a clothesline, the nimble kickboxer avoiding it like it was their turn at limbo and punishing her enemy with a swift kick to the kidneys, causing her to moan in pain. Jordyn stumbled and caught herself against the ropes. Lily grabbed her shoulder, flipped her around and landed some vicious blows to the thick blonde’s torso. Javier winced as his lovely partner took the beating. Jordyn knew if she succumbed to the body blows and dropped to her knees that she would be a prime candidate for a clean knockout via roundhouse kick. She tightened her core and weathered the assault, finally striking back by gripping both sides of Lily’s skull and delivering a brutal headbutt that made onlookers’ teeth chatter upon witnessing the impact. Lily’s vision exploded in light and color as she stood there stunned and disoriented. Jordyn took advantage of the moment and finally delivered on the clotheslining. Lily made an embarassing gurgling noise as Jordyn’s forearm collided with her throat, dropping her on her back, arms above her head.
The crowd roared as Jordyn followed up by walking back and dropping a devastating elbow onto the fallen fighter’s midriff. Lily’s eyes went wide and her body spasmed, Jordyn rising back to her feet and skipping around the perimeter of the ring, arms raised as the crowd roared. Lily rolled to safety and got to her feet, one hand cradling her hurt stomach. Jordyn’s premature victory lap concluded when she turned back around to face Lily and was met with a high kick to the jaw. The hit was audible to both coaches, Alan grinning ear-to-ear at the sound and Carlos’ face coming down with a look of concern. Jordyn was nearly lifted off of the mat by the attack. Lily switched stances and, standing on one leg, fired off three rapid snap kicks to the defenseless streetfighter, nailing her in the tits with the first and her upper abdomen with the following ones, doubling her over.
“Give her a taste of her own medicine!” Alan helpfully suggested from behind the ropes. Lily heeded his advice and tapped her right elbow in a mocking display of prostyle theatrics before smashing it into the back of the blonde’s skull. She dropped straight down into the canvas with a whimper, ass jiggling as it shifted under her body.
“Wake up babe!” Carlos pleaded from ringside as Lily pulled her up to her knees via a fistful of her hair and started striking her face ruthlessly. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. A black eye formed on the left side of her face almost instantly due to Lily’s onslaught. Her arms hung limp at her sides as she took the beating. It wasn’t looking good for the voluptuous grappler.
“This is over if you don’t wake the hell up Jordyn!” her man shouted. The urgency of his words cut through the pain and haze and compelled her to act. She snapped out of her dizzied state and reacted as Lily drew her fist back a fourth time by tackling her with a rushdown manuver, springing forward with all her weight behind her and wrapping her arms around her opponent’s torso. She drove Lily into the mat with a crash, knocking the wind out of the slender kickboxer. Without missing a beat she stood up, grabbed Lily’s ankles spreading her toned legs apart and delivering a crushing stomp to her groin. Lily’s face froze in agony as she barely managed a yelp of pain, clutching the space between her legs, writhing on her back. Jordyn was in her element now. She bent over showing her impressive ass to the ringside crowd and gripped the sides of Lily’s skull, bringing her to a slouched over upright position. She delivered yet another massive headbutt that made Lily see stars. It was the beginning of the end, and the disappointed, pleading look on Alan’s face illustrated that well. His protegé, unable to defend herself, sat in the ring head lolling side to side, as Jordyn ran back to the ropes, bouncing off them to gain momentum. She rocketed back to the center of the ring with a mighty dropkick, one boot smashing into her nose, one into her tits. Lily was laid out, her tight physique practically one with the canvas, arms spread as if she was attempting to make a snow angel. The DJ could’ve made the call to end the fight there but Lily made the foolish decision to stagger to her feet, barely cognizant of her situation. Jordyn afforded her no mercy. She delivered an inelegant but effective haymaker to the pretty brunette’s face that spun her around, arms listlessly swinging in the same direction. Alan helplessly watched as Jordyn wrapped her strong arms around his favorite student’s, pinning them to her bare sides and constricting her breathing, stomach to back. Jordyn leaned back with a resounding battle cry, applying her brutal bearhug technique with rib-cracking efficacy. Lily moaned in pain as her tormentor squeezed harder and harder. Jordyn gritted her teeth and flexed her biceps.
“Lily, please say you give!” Alan said desperately as he watched the color drain from her face. Jordyn, high on her imminent victory, didn’t even afford Lily the opportunity to heed her trainer’s advice. She gracefully pivoted around on her back heel, still gripping her opponent’s limbs and torso, leaned forward and let gravity do the rest. The ring shook as she administered the massive body slam, Lily was crushed underneath her more formidable foe. Both fighters laid there for a moment, but only one stood back up. Jordyn climbed to her feet and surveyed Lily’s motionless body: arms limply at her sides, face smushed into the mat, a tear pooling where the two met. Not the best first outing for her.
The DJ grabbed the mic after it was clear Lily wasn’t getting back up. “First blood has been drawn, your winner, via knockout, JORDYNNNN RIVERSSSS!” the crowd erupted as Jordyn beamed with smiles and unbridled confidence, running to the ropes to give a quick peck on the lips to Carlos who was also estatic. Alan climbed into the ring to check Lily’s vitals as a couple of the house medics followed close behind with a stretcher. “Better luck next time kiddo,” he whispered to her as the music resumed and the dance floor filled back up.
