Little Nic vs Golden Gloves
Date: October 16, 2025
Nic Callaghan was currently battling with Fukayna Ali, both boxers agreeing to a clean, fair fight, with Fukayna joining Nic in an alliance team if she won, and Nic being unceremoniously railed like a whore in heat and having to leave the SFL. At the moment, things weren't looking too good for the Irish instigator "Ngphm!" She stumbled back, one arm clumsily trying to protect her face as the other threw out random swings in an effort to keep Fukayna at bay. A nasty punch to her stomach sent her sprawling onto the mat, bruised and struggling to see straight "Remember, there's no countdown for this match. The only way to win is KO or tap out, but I'm not sure Nic will even be able to soon!" Nic glared at where she assumed the smug announcer was, letting out a groan as the bell rung. She got to her feet, practically limping back to her corner. The look the assistant who passed her whatever had on her face made it clear Nic wasn't looking her best, and a mirror showed heavy swelling on her left eye, almost blocking her vision entirely. She resisted the urge to drool and collapse as she stared across the ring at Fukayna. Fukayna gave a sympathetic look, but it was clear she threw her matches for no one. As much as it hurt to admit, she was clearly superior when it came to the sport, if she was hurt at it wasn't obvious. Her bruises looked like nothing compared to Nic's and the girl wanted nothing more than to lie down and tap.
Nic took a long swig of water, panting as she looked her up and down. They had agreed to a fair match, ditching any gadgets. Not only that, but Fukayna was taller, outweighed her, and was still almost as quick! She was seriously regretting her decision. The only thing that could save her would be a change of tactics. Playing it smart and tactical just wasn't cutting it with such a good opponent. Maybe she would need to take a page out of Ali's book when it came to 'blind fury', as much as that would hurt. Nic jolted as she heard the starting bell, groaning in pain as she shakily stood. The two came to the middle, touching gloves before backing away. Nic continued to weave and try strike at a distance, making Fukayna assume she would play it safe before she suddenly rushed forward, trying to body her opponent. Although she had plenty of strikes to answer to this, Fukayna was still caught off guard, trying to clumsily step back but Nic refused to let her, tanking her punches to the face as she continued to strike at her body, driving her hips left and right with as much power as she could muster until her left glove finally connected to a liver shot, Fukayna tensed, finally showing some pain as her eyes clenched. Nic panted, holding her fists up defensively as Fukayna's legs shook. She struggled with the sharp pain, barely able to step forward as her gloves instinctively clutched at her lower abdomen, Not wanting to let the opportunity go to waste, Nic took a step in and hunched down, flashing a guilty smile to Fukayna as she delivered a harsh uppercut to her jaw. As much pain as she was in, not having to worry about both defense and attack gave Nic a little bit more energy in her reserves, and she watched with apprehension as the referee knelt down to check on her opponent. Nic held her breath, knowing if she got up that she was done for. She let out a sigh of relief and allowed her shoulders to drop as the referee crossed her hands over each other. A medical team quickly entered through the backstage as a microphone was held beneath Nic's face "Only your second fight and you've dazzled the crowd with a fighter finish! How do you feel?...Miss Callaghan?..." The announcer asked, confused as Nic simply stood there, feeling like her organs were shutting down as she fell forward and smacked into the mat "...Clearly basking in the glory, we'll reach out for comment another time..."
"Mmhm...ow...w-wha..." Nic blinked, her eye still swollen as she tried to sit up, barely rising an inch before she felt herself stuck. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light as she looked up, seeing her wrists attached to a bedhead with two pink fluffy cuffs. She glanced back down to take in the scene, Fukayna currently wrapped around her like she was some kind of stuffed animal, a man and woman she didn't recognize hugging Nic's legs. A blanket was loosely draped over Nic's chest, and she could see dozens of hickeys, lipstick marks and tools strewn around her sore body, along with two numbers on her thighs. She took a deep breath, huffing as several empty liquor bottles on the nearby table seemed to explain how she got there. She opened her mouth before closing it, sighing as she snuggled into her new team member's body for a little more sleep.
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