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Anna vs Elsa 88-94

Added 2023-05-15 17:44:03 +0000 UTC

*THUD*

At the last moment, Elsa threw her fists out ferociously, and the two boxers' fists smashed each other's jaws like sledgehammers.

The heads of the two battered royals bounced sideways, blood spraying from their lips and noses. The princesses fell to their knees, leaning on each other.

"Double down!" the referee exclaimed. “…Heh.”

“Gasp…gasp…”

“Huff….huff…”

"Give up, you idiot..."

"Fuck...you...moron.."

With bloody and swollen faces, they hissed in each other's ears, breathing heavily. Their breasts, which had once been so taut and supple when pressed into each other in the clinch, now sagged without perkiness after being beaten so many times throughout the brutal bout.

Their once confident expressions had been replaced by a look of absolute desperation as both girls struggled to focus.

They barely managed to stand up right before the count was over. While they endured the pain and rose to full height, they struggled to hold back their loud, agonized moaning so as not to show their weakness to the other, and they could not hide their wobbly legs and slow movements.

Before they could even catch their breath, the referee declared loudly.

“Are you ready? Fight!"

"I guess next time there won't be a count...!" The referee giggled as they saw the girls already at their absolute limits…And what he said seemed right; next time, it was clear that the next girl to fall would never rise again.

"Haaa!!!" Elsa rushed forwards in a display of her remaining energy. But slowed to the point of exhaustion and pain, it was no longer the strike of a proper boxer and more like the lumbering blow of a boxing novice.

"Gasp…gasp…." Anna's limbs didn't listen to her, either.

But her reflexes - which allowed her to compete against her sister's longer reach and her strength - helped her to the end.

Guarding her incoming punches and narrowly dodging her random follow-up, she landed an uppercut in a succinct motion that landed on Elsa's chin with surgical precision.

From Elsa's mouth, her mouthguard soared into the air, mixed with blood, saliva and sweat.