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Sophia: teal bra, brown swimsuit bottoms; small black weightlifting gloves sans fingers.
Dani: Purple bikini; small black weightlifting gloves sans fingers; hair loose/bangs.
R1: Girls stepping clockwise - feet rasping quietly on plywood. Sophia smirking: "You want to place your shots with these gloves...don't want to land funny, 'cause...OH!" Sharp jab in the mouth cuts her off: Dani landing it straight and tart, careful not to hurt her hand. Girls pivoting around planted left legs, pumping stick: small gloves sounding out PIK! PAK! upon frowning brows, snarling mouths - methodical, patient stuff for two minutes. Final minute: Sophia doubles up the jab Knock-knock - pokes a straight right to Dani's chin: Harris' knees buckle, then she sits down in shock.
Electronic bell-count begins over the intercom.
Sophia circles Dani hands on hips: "Save yourself the hurt, baby: gimme your numbers." Dani wipes her lips, begins to rise...Sophia rushes in from Dani's left flank, lifting her right knee/thigh into Harris' overhanging breasts, straightening the girl up and sending her to her back with a crash.
Dani moaning, hugging her tits.
Fresh count starts over the intercom.
Freon horn sounds to end the round.
Sound of girls panting fills the container. Dani sits up, getting herself together. Sophia's nearby, stooped over hands on knees, looking at her quarry. "Give it up Dani," Sophia says. "I was with HISC - you have no idea what that was like. This boxcar? Like a picnic. I could do this all night."
Dani: "Key word is 'were'. 'Were' with HISC. Not now. 'Cause you were a weak link."
Sophia: (glaring) "You're gonna hurt."
Freon horn.
R2: Wild swings from Dani: Sophia leaning back, pivoting to her left, hands grouped loose, right atop left at chest. PAK! PAK! Sophia finds Dani's face via crisp, straight left jabs - thinly gloved fist busting up Dani's lower lip. Bush dips in, shoulders a short right to Dani's breadbasket, then the hook, an extra right...Dani bunching forward "UH-H!" as she's beaten backwards to container wall. Dani hits with a clang: Sophia sorting her out a little knocking jab, then DRIFTING her righty across the mouth. Dani rolls to her right in swoon, right shoulder against wall: Sophia reaches left hand to secure Dani's left elbow, pushing on it while POUNDING right hands in on helpless Harris kidney. Three thick blows PIK! PIK! PIK! on taut flesh, then Dani's right knee gives way, putting her down. Sophia stands hands on hips, panting: Dani licking her lips, eyes shut tight as she rallies off the deck. Sophia sorts Dani out - pushing her up against wall, then begins drifting her: big swinging rights, big swinging lefts. Dani: hands stacked right atop left at her chest - face pitching side to side as she's walloped - Sophia just lightly bracing with one hand while cracking Dani the free mitt.
Freon horn blares.
Dani groaning, slides down the wall, blood filling her mouth; hair in her eyes.
Sophia stands right there, hands on her hips, waiting for the horn.
R3: Sophia works the patient clockwise step-and-poke, cracking her left fist against Dani's sleepy face. Harris taking stout, jabbing Sophia's body/hooking Sophia's breasts off the jab. Girls fall into sweaty clinches - each reaching her left arm in under opposing right, trading right hands in close to bodies or jaws in awkward hold-and-hit. Down the stretch, Dani backs Sophia to wall, bumping her the left shoulder, placing left hand flat against right pec and BURYING the right hand in Sophia's midriff. "GUH-H!" Sophia cries, pitching forward: Dani pushes her upright with the left hand flat on fleshy right pec, treating Sophia to another breadbasket-busting right hand. Job of work: Dani's got Sophia paralyzed, stacked up, taking body blows to the horn.
Sophia gasping, her breath audible in the hollow container: she's doubled forward, butt-on-wall, arms hugging throbbing body.
Dani: "Had enough? Not being mean: I'm serious - gimme your numbers if you're done."
Sophia: "Fu...fk you."
Horn sounds for R4. Sophia doesn't move, just stays hunched over, panting. Dani moves in slow, pushing Sophia upright by her shoulders, then feeds her another right hand in the gut: it's Harris just getting back to the salt mines here. Sophia crying out, buckling, but eventually tying up, her mouth open on Harris' shoulder. Girls embrace/tumble along the wall, curvy legs stamping, buttocks jiggling with effort - each tucking in right hands of opportunity out of the grasp. Becomes a grim job of work to stack the other rough against the wall, then smoke her righty in the body, or across the chops - no boxing in sight as girls take turns working each other over with all the science of a sledgehammers on cinder blocks.
Horn sounds: Dani leans her back against the wall, eyes closed, mouth open as she drags in breath. Close beside Dani's right elbow, Sophia's in the same pose, sobbing for air, face all scuffed and puffy, eyes closed, throat bared.
Horn sounds for ROUND 5: nobody moves at first. Sounds: panting breath; whining little whimpers in an empty room.
Finally, Sophia shrugs herself up off wall, lifts her left elbow, slams it back across Dani's shuddering tits. Bleat of pain, Dani, then they're in one another's arms, rolling along the wall, beating each other senseless.
Short, drifting right hands while the left hand grips opposing right bicep, pinning the arm to wall. Girls getting their shoulders and backs into these blasts, punching the other girl's face to the side...
Hard, clanging stack-ups against the wall - girl pushing girl in her shoulders, or cupping hands against rib cage to slam the opponent upright. Heads lolling/eyelashes fluttering/mouthes open...
Breasts beat to putty - girls taking turns stacking each other up, then getting in there brawny - just muscling short, clubbing lefts and rights across slumping rival jugs...
Dani with her right arm held straight catches Sophia a pro-wrestling right in the pit of the stomach, doubling Sophia up in groggy pain. Dani wanders past Sophia's left flank - Harris dazed in pain herself...eventually she turns, walking Sophia down from behind, intent on harming her...
Sophia clinched with Dani, pressing Dani to wall - girls gasping, eyes half closed. Bush works her right knee inside Dani's left thigh, then up into her tummy. Harris moaning, trying to turn Sophia into the wall, but Bush has her pinned, kneeing her without mercy...
Freon horn sounds. Dani blubbering, slides down wall - her knees're up, elbows're on knees, hands holding her head as she snivels in pain. Sophia staggers around hands on hips, blinking in confusion, trying to shake off the hurt.
Boxcar Dani: The Fight Part 2
Posted by simguy on 12/17/2010, 11:40 am
R6: Bush's left hand has secure grip on Dani's right wrist: Harris' back is to the wall. Sophia's loading up, cracking her righty: Harris takes the shots ragdoll - her left arm flopping across Sophia's shoulders as Bush falls in with her right shoulder snug against Harris' punished breasts. Sophia sorts Dani out with right hand pushing at fleshy Harris front-meat, then smites her righty again, clean on chops.
Too many flush right hands: Dani slides down the wall to a seat, her legs stretched out in front of her in wide V. As she goes down, Bush still holds her right wrist, the arm upraised limp until Sophia releases.
Dani: blubbering mindlessly, licking at swollen, wet lips.
Sophia kneels between Dani's legs, licking her own cracked lips. Pushing Dani's right shoulder with left hand, Sophia gropes inside Dani's right bikini cup with hungry right hand, searching for numbers. Finding nothing, Sophia rummages in the right cup as poor Dani's head lolls. Frustrated, Sophia sets herself on her knees, her left hand braced flat upon Dani's chest, right fist cocked. "Where is it?" Sophia asks, her voice all husky.
"Back pocket," Dani says. "I'm not moving."
Sophia smites her righty - leaning in close, clippin' it short to mouth. Left hand pushing on DAni's chest keeps her upright as her head lolls.
Sophia doses her righty - Bush's mighty backside trembling as she summons leverage off her knees - just muscling in short, brutal punches to Dani's face.
Freon horn blares. Sophia shouts "PHUQUE!" in Dani's groggy, busted up face. Sophia sits back on her haunches in between Dani's V-spread legs. Bush's shoulders shake as she releases pent up tears, her hands in her lap. Harris in swoon, head bobbing as she fights to stay awake.
Horn: R7.
Sophia rises onto her knees - left hand bracing flat on Dani's chest: Bush back to the salt mines with short, drifting right hands like a scene from Slapshot - she's determined to finish this thing. Dani all but out, manages to bring her left foot up and in, placing it against Sophia's body and shoving her away. Sophia sprawls on her back, chest heaving. Dani lurches herself forward to all fours, crawling over to Sophia.
Sophia sits up, hands in her lap - she's just to Dani's right. Sophia lifts her right hand up and to the left, then delivers a clapping right backhand across Dani's face. Harris turns, rolls onto her back - top of her head touching Sophia's right thigh: Dani's momentarily out, tip of her tongue exploring tender lips, body relaxing, eyes closing shut.
Bush swallows, gets to her knees, moves to Dani's left flank. Pushing on Harris, Sophia rolls the girl over onto her front: sees the faint outline of the chit against the purple fabric of Dani's bottoms. Sophia's right hand roams inside Dani's trunks, rummaging, coming back with the paper. Bush licks her lips, pushes up off Dani to stagger away...
And Harris' right hand grabs at Sophia's left ankle. Bush whines, dropping the chit to raise her fists. Harris rises slowly from her knees, swaying on the spot.
Girls touch each other with extended left hands, trading righty to staring faces, punching each other back to the stoneage.
Bush driven backwards, legs finally failing her...she drops to a seat, back against wall, hair in her eyes - she's blubbering. Dani moves in, kneels between Sophia's V-spread legs, braces Sophia's chest with the left hand, cocks the right fist...
"Don't!" Sophia blurts. "STOP!"
Dani hesitates: in a legit ring, Sophia's just surrendered.
Dani looks up and back over her right shoulder, towards where she figures the camera is. "She's giving!" Dani shouts. No answer.
Sophia shuddering with tears: "Don't Dani...don't paste me..."
"She's GIVING!" Dani shouts. No answer.
Freon horn blares. Sophia licks her lips, closes her eyes: she's bought herself another round.
Dani sits on haunches between Sophia's legs - Harris steeling her heart. The girls stare groggily at each other, desperately rallying non-existent reserves.
The horn: Round 8.
Sophia still seated, lifts her fists to her brows, forming peek-a-boo. Dani rises up onto her knees, left hand on Sophia's right shoulder, uncertain of how to proceed...then she thrusts her right hand straight down, shoving it into Sophia's pale gut. Bush grunts, but seems ready to tuff it out, hands tight at her temples: Dani leans in close, left hand still on Bush's right shoulder, but changing delivery with the right hands ticketed for Sophia's tummy. Dani's plowing 'em in now - the right elbow drawing back on the load-up; the fist plunging into Sophia's quivering gut as Dani's pushing in close.
Bush cries out at last, wrapping her arms around Dani's hips, holding her close. Dani pushes down on Sophia's shoulders, wriggling to extricate herself: soon as she's free, she starts in with right hands tight to Sophia's jaw - Bush's face at breast-level on Dani.
Dani's right elbow draws out to the right side on the load-up - she's working the side of Sophia's head like a blacksmith. Dani's left hand fists itself in Bush's hair, holding her head steady for the pouncing. Sophia's mouth open against Dani's breasts...Bush getting sleepy - trying to wrap arms around Dani's body; trying to bury her face in Dani's tits to evade the pounding, but li'l Dani's got her!
Brutal, workmanlike right hands, Dani to Sophia - Harris' left hand fisted tight in hair, the wrist and forearm warped across the scalp to keep Sophia's face in position.
Sophia's arms fall off Dani's waist, the backs of Bush's hands hitting plywood. She's out. Sophia Bush is out.
Dani: driving in righty. She's mindless, panting with effort when the electronic bell-count finally penetrates the fog. When Dani sits back on her haunches, blubbering, Sophia's torso slides to its left, her lips pursed, eyes shut in slumber as she came to rest on her left shoulder.
KO8 Danielle Harris. Now she needs the chit...
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