Bouncing Betty vs. Anja the Raven: Box!

"It is indeed bouncing!"
Anja laughed a little about the nickname of Betty, flaring up her cheeks once like a frog. Surely it was meant otherwise, but she had found it very fitting for the breast of Betty. As a trainer of boxers, Anja could see through pattern like this, especially when it was brought by a vain and arrogant boxer like Betty.

For the next blow, she would attempt a pendulum defense with her swinging arms, thinking Betty would come at her with the same tactic, so she would take the first light blow and try to deflect the cross with a pendulum motion, broadly grinning.
"Drop? What shall I drop? It will be you dropping something later, but it won´t be your guard, Betty."

This was some rigged shit if Betty ever saw it. Who was this chick supposed to be? Really? She didn't fight like a wrestler, she fought like someone who actually knew what they were doing. She boxed like an actual boxer.

...yeah. Betty really was going to have to look into getting an agent.

"Bitch, shut up and fight!" The talking was starting to get annoying, too. She might have boxed like a boxer, but she talked like a wrestler, trying to goad Betty on with silly little taunts. BUt she too smart, too skilled, too savvy.for.

Betty moved away and hung back, tightening her guard for a while to see how Anja would respond. She needed to Encyclopedia Brown this bitch, see how she ticked.

Although Anja did not really doubt Betty´s boxing abilities, everything basically screamed boxing about her opponent, it was good and square that, it was still a good idea to box against her defense to see where she was good at, and where she was not that good.
To reach this goal, she would attempt to rain a flurry of little blows against the guard of Betty, low at the elbows , straight to the guard and left and right to see her move in the hips. None of the punches was a takedown punch, but her guess was that it was more of an attack against the will of Betty than against her body.

Betty took a few weary steps back as Anja applied some pressure, trying to force her back. Testing her. This bitch was testing...her. She still couldn't get over that.

Betty kept her guard tight as the punches battered against her arm. Nothing too damaging, but that was the point. Light and fast, quick and crazy, keeping her occupied and wearing her down. In theory. Anja was about to find out how Betty handled shit like this.

She took a quick hop back, then plowed forward and shot her fist out, trying to send a right cross through the flurry and putting her weight behind. She might take some damage in the process, but the risk was worth the reward.

With her driving Betty back, Anja could see where she was good and where she was only so-so. It seemed that the girl was a good boxer, really good to be exact, but that was something she would probably say to her after this match was over and the girl was over the fact that Anja was not only a blonde bimbo, but could also box.

Speaking of boxing, Betty would break out of her flurry of blows with a single strong punch, a tactic Anja had not expected from her at this point, so she had to take the blow and take a staggering double step back while her fists would hit some areas before she had been forced to do it, causing her to breathe deeply and put her gloves together to show that she was still ready to go despite the hard blow.

Betty let out some short, sharp grunts as the punches collided, but she felt like she'd gotten the best of that exchange. Anja had taken the real blow out of it all, and even though she was proving to be more of a hassle than Betty'd bargained for, so far she hadn't brought anything to the table that couldn't be handled. If these were the best cards her deck had, shutting her down wouldn't be too much of a hassle. 

She moved in as Anja staggered away, pouring on some pressure and making sure the blonde bitch didn't have a moment to breath. She jerked left, got a little momentum, then came at her with a hard left hook, putting her body weight into it for some serious force.

With her being in the defense and her opponent coming in for a takedown punch, she could either go into full defense and allow Betty to come at her full force with her arms up high, or go for a burned earth approach of some sorts. The decision was pretty easy, as always in this situations. So she would turn her body in a way that she would take the hit as a pure body hit, far away from vital organs with a low grunt, and attempt to hammer an uppercut move right under the breasts of the other boxer to pay her back in a painful coinage.

Ugh, Betty hated when they played hard to get. Not enough impact on that punch, not nearly enough feeling. She hit, sure, but she missed the part she was going for on Anja and had to settle for something less tasty. If there was one thing she truly loathed, it was being denied.

She reeled back for hook, looking to try again on the other side and catch Anja before she could recover, but she would up underestimating her opponent's ability to take damage. Anja uppercut caught her in the chest just a second before her own blow could connect, right on her tit, and it instantly put her back on the defense while she reeled. Fists back up, teeth clenched, mouth growling. "Fucking bitch!"

*Right on the spot!*
Armed with that thought and a lot of fun because her opponent was pissed again at something that simple as a successful hit against her, Anja had already a plan to infuriate her opponent even more, and put her best troll smile on. A furious opponent was prone to make mistakes, and the more mistakes Betty would make, the more easy it would be for the Blonde to punch the color out of her boxing gloves and her face all at once.

And speaking of things to find out, she also wanted to know what the girl had to offer in another apartment, so she would attempt to move one of her hands around the guard of her opponent in a classical heel move in boxing before attempting to punch Betty straight on the nose with her best shot.
"Say cheese!"

Betty knew what was happening before she even got hit. She recognized the moves, easily. How couldn't she? She used this sort of move all the time. Being able to sneak a punch around a guard like that required great timing and boldness, the kind that most people didn't even know could be mastered. But Anja, she had it down pat. Damn.

Betty was knocked to the side and almost felt ti her knees, as the punch's speed caught her offguard, along with the expert ti ming. Her retaliation was swift: an uppercut, as she rose, slamming Anja on her taut stomach.

That was she was going for, anyway. In reality, her blow hit a little lower. Like, below the belt. "Shit-"