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The bell rang and as Dipper said Mabel rushed out of her corner straight to her, Pacifica stood there gloves still at her sides shocked by Mabel's speed. Mabel was on her in seconds and fired a right jab straight into her face, Pacifica panicked as she saw the punch coming at her. Her mind was overcome with fear of the pain that was soon the come, she knew she had to move but didn't know how, she closed her eyes and waited for the punch to connect. It never did Pacifica opened her eyes and saw that she had skillfully leaned to the right to avoid the fist, she didn't even realized she dodged. Mabel reacted quickly and sent a left hook towards Pacifica's head, once again Pacifica simply thought of dodging and quickly ducked under the hook and got behind Mabel. She stood there in a professional boxing stance proud and strong with a determined look on her face, Pacifica was surprised by her own actions she moved with speed she never knew she had and felt the stance she was currently in wasn't just for show. "Well this is my dream, I guess playing the game so much drilled it into my memory and is now affecting my dream" she thought rationally. Mabel turned around but didn't attack she instead went defensive and began circling Pacifica, Pacifica followed suit also circling Mabel. "Alright I can't just come out swinging, if this dream is based of the game I need to plan my attacks, I should test my abilities first" Pacifica thought. She kept her defense high and threw a few test punches towards Mabel's guard, it didn't do anything but she was getting a feel for her body and the feeling of throwing a punch. Mabel did the same testing out her defense and trying to find holes, for the entire round Pacifica stayed on the defensive blocking or dodging Mabel's punches. As the round came to its final seconds Mabel took action, she brought her right fist back and fired an uppercut, and instinctively Pacifica moved her head back. But the punch never came, Mabel feinted the uppercut leaving Pacifica with her face open and positioned for a knockdown she fired a straight left towards Pacifica's face. The sound of leather meeting flesh filled the stadium and the audience went silent, Pacifica stood with a surprised expression on her face with Mabel's pink glove pressed lightly against her cheek. Mabel let out a low gurgle as Pacifica's purple glove contorted her right cheek, left eye wide with shock and the right closed from the impact. The crowd roared from the first clean hit of the match landed, Mabel backed away from the fist still in a slight daze from Pacifica's surprise counter. Pacifica prepared to follow up the counter but the bell rang, she lowered her gloves and went back to her corner, Mabel snapped out of her daze a followed suit her cheek red from the punch.
Pacifica sat on the stool provided by Dipper and rested her arms on the ropes. "Impressive speed there with that counter nobody saw that coming" Dipper said as he toweled of Pacifica's sweat, he then reached for a water bottle and offered her a drink which she took. "But, now it's time to go on the offense, it's pretty obvious you outclass Mabel in speed, but she has you beat in strength, you can't run forever". Pacifica took in Dipper's words as she saw that she could easily dance around Mabel's Punches and her punches did appear to have more power in them then her own, and she knew that she would run out her stamina if she just kept dodging. "So I suggest you keep your distance and tag her with quick jabs and weaken the body, go in only when you're sure she can't follow up or a knockdown opportunity shows itself". Pacifica couldn't believe that she was agreeing with Dipper as she nodded her head his plan made sense, she accepted her mouthpiece. Mabel sat in her corner smiling joy and excitement emanating from her, but within her was a glint of seriousness that said she was going to pay Pacifica back for the punch.
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Round 2 began and both competitors came out slow and began circling again, Pacifica took to the offensive and fired two quick jabs toward Mabel's head. Mabel blocked those two shots and fired a right hook which Pacifica ducked and countered with a jab to Mabel's abdomen. Mabel grunts and launches an uppercut that makes Pacifica Back off while leaving her face open. Mabel advanced ready to take the advantage, Pacifica in a panic launched a sloppy right jab which Mabel easily slipped pass. Mabel smiled as she sunk her fist into Pacifica Abs, she then followed up with an uppercut that rocked Pacifica's head upward, Mabel then rocked Pacifica's head left then right with two powerful hooks. Mabel prepared to put Pacifica down with another uppercut, but she stopped suddenly when Pacifica plowed her fist into her right breast. Pacifica was able to immediately recover from Mabel's assault and in fact appeared to be completely unharmed or even tired from the assault. Pacifica shot a jab that nailed Mabel in her cheek, Mabel grunts but quickly retaliates firing a right hook. Pacifica dips under it and plants a left in Mabel's gut, this causes her to lower her gloves leaving her face unprotected. Pacifica launches a straight to Mabel's face rocking it the side sweat flying from her face and her mouthpiece popping out slightly. Before Pacifica could follow up on that Mabel hit the mat landing on her side, the referee got in front of Pacifica telling her to go to her corner. Pacifica complied walking to her corner, smiling as the ref began to count. He only got to three when Mabel got to her fours head shaking and quickly on her feet telling the ref she's ready to continue, though it was evident that she lost a lot of steam from that last hit. Once the ref gave the okay to continue Pacifica immediately rushed Mabel throwing a flurry of jabs to her face and body, Mabel went completely defensive covering up from Pacifica's rain of fist. Pacifica kept up the pressure not slowing down a bit pushing Mabel against the ropes. Mabel sot out from the ropes and wrapped her arms around Pacifica and rested her head on Pacifica's shoulder. Pacifica froze from this slightly confused at this hug from straight out of nowhere, but then she remembered the game when a fighter was low on stamina or health in a round and couldn't make it to the next round they could initiate a clinch to regain some strength. Realizing this Pacifica attempted to shake Mabel off, but Mabel then shoved Pacifica getting her off balance, Mabel showed more life after clinch not her usually bright self but there was still a glow that refused to die. She rushed Pacifica hitting her with another right to the cheek, but like before the punch had no effect on her, Pacifica even smiled after receiving the punch. Mabel launched a left that Pacifica dipped under, Mabel then began throwing punches at random hoping that one will land and slow her down, Pacifica easily danced around the sloppy punches a smile across her face from how she was dominating Mabel. Mabel let loose a raging battle cry as she reared her right fist back hoping to launch Pacifica across the ring, Pacifica saw the punch a mile away and dipped around it while also launching her own right that nailed Mabel right in the center of her face. Mabel's face rebounded off the glove her guard undone, Pacifica took the advantage and dug her left into Mabel's abs. Mabel let out a gag as the fist was removed from her abs, her head sloped down and her gloves moved towards her abs in an attempt to ease the pain. Pacifica smiled at the open target she had, she then felt a sudden surge go through both her fists, and she looked down and saw both of her gloved hands were glowing purple. She then remembered that in the game as the fight goes on by landing good and powerful hit you build up a power meter, and once it is filled the player would be able to unleash a number of devastating super moves. Pacifica's smiled broaden as the brought her right fist back as began to blaze with purple fire, she then launched it at incredible speeds yelling "Tornado Hook". It landed perfectly on Mabel's cheek, her right eye bulging out of her skull, sweat flying from her face, and saliva shooting out from her mouth. Pacifica pushed with all her might, her punch sent Mabel into multiple 360 spins. For 3 whole seconds Mabel spun on her toes like a top, after the 3 seconds she finally slowed down facing Pacifica. Mabel's eyes were on Pacifica but she saw nothing but a blur in front of her, her gloves were down, knees were shaking, both her cheeks were bruised her left being the worse from the previous hit, and her abs had two bruises. Mabel just stood there breathing heavily sweat pouring from her face as Pacifica stood inches away preparing to finish off her opponent, she fired a right that would put Mabel on the canvas for good.
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