Cricking his neck and looking forward with a serious stare forward was Gaomon. He was wearing his trademark bandana, large red boxing gloves, and a pair of matching boxing shorts for this event.
He seemed pretty calm and well-mannered today but in truth he was actually looking forward to this. It seemed like his opponent really liked talking a lot of smack because he was challenged so brazenly the other day.
He didn’t mind it of course. Fighting was what he did and he figured why not challenge the best if you’re going to challenge anyone at all?
“Well, I can think of a few reasons of course,” Gaomon said to himself, smiling a tiny bit.
When he saw the ring he got his serious expression back on though. Flashes of cameras were already going off from the crowd and he had a sense within him that said he didn’t want to disappoint them here.
He needed to be focused and serious.
This kind of thing seemed to be the opposite for Gatomon though. Not entirely but mostly.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll be sure to sign something for you when the match is over. I can’t be late to the ring though. My opponent will think I’m running scared or something,” Gatomon said as she started walking down the aisle towards the ring.
This wasn’t a super huge occasion or anything but there were enough people around for it to be considered a bit of a prolific match. At least that was true for the two combatants.
Gatomon was strutting down the walkway and managed to roll under the ropes and into the ring, wearing a purple singlet with her natural colored gloves on. She didn’t need to put on boxing gloves for this event because hers worked just fine. They were likely even cooler than regular ones.
Gaomon saw her climb into the ring. The way she did it was so strange and unorthodox it made him contemplate whether or not things were going to be too easy or too out of pocket.
He didn’t want to judge based off of anything that didn’t actually matter though.
Still, he had to ask a question because it was out in the open and immediately bothersome.
“So… why aren’t you wearing proper boxing gloves?” Gaomon asked. He was standing with his arms by his side completely across from Gatomon. He was standing up straight in a way that almost looked mechanical.
Gatomon was actually stretching for an instant before she was addressed by her stilted bandana wearing opponent.
She stood with her hands by her side and blinked. Then she smiled and began scratching at her cheek, feeling a bit brazen suddenly.
“Oh ho ho,” She chortled. “I have no need for boxing gloves. My gloves are more awesome than regular ones. My claws won’t distort or break when they clash against your fists. Don’t worry.”
Gaomon sighed but nodded. He then raised his fist and got into a fighting stance.
“If that’s your position then I won’t counter it. Whatever works in my favor,” He said, simply.
“Didn’t you hear me? I said it won’t work in your favor,” Gatomon snorted and stuck her tongue out at him.
Gaomon didn’t respond. He was pretty secure in his assurance that things would likely be fine this way.
That’s when the bell rang.
Immediately, the two of them shot towards one another, eyes leering into each other with a clean amount of focus.
There was a mighty clash. They both swung their fists over at the same time. Gatomon swung her left fist while Gaomon swung his right.
Their fists smacked against the opposite cheeks of their opponents.
They flung back and their bodies flopped along the mat to stop. They skidded to a stop on their hands and then jumped back towards each other.
The clashes of fists that were shot by one another were very quick and powerful. Gaomon had to duck back several times in this flurry of blows, grunting with disdain.
Gatomon was doing the same, feeling the intensity of Gaomon’s hits even though they weren’t connecting.
The two of them landed again and charged forward once more. They landed another fist at each other, clashing with the knuckles under their gloves touching hard.
They slid back again and shook their heads before raising their fists again.
“Okay… so this is fun right?” Gatomon asked.
Gaomon sighed but kept his fists steady and his eyes locked on her. “I guess so.”
Things got rather steady and quiet for a bit. Then they charged at each other again.
Gaomon went into contemplation mode when the clashes continued again. This time, some of their hits were beginning to land but they seemed to be more grazing than anything super rough.
However, the speed with which they were coming to blows was coming at the cost of a lot of stamina anyway. As such they were both beginning to sweat and pant.
Exhaustion wasn’t good for a continuing fight. Gaomon knew he had to end this as quickly as possible since Gatomon was proving herself more worthy of his time then he suspected at the start.
“I never assumed you’d be bad so I came at you with everything I had,” Gaomon said suddenly, letting out a bit of a huff. “But you’ve proven to be even better than I imagined.”
Gatomon grinned back at him, delighting in how it sounded like he was impressed. Indeed he was.
When they landed across from each other this time, they were both panting heavily.
“So… does that mean you’re scared of me now?” Gatomon asked.
“No. Don’t be silly. It just means I need to end this quicker than I expected,” Gaomon said, wiping his mouth. He then rushed towards her again.
Gatomon raised her palms and then clamped them down onto Gaomon’s fist when it came at her.
Gaomon’s eyes widened with surprise. That was fast.
“If you need the match to end quicker than you’re in luck. I can help get things done super fast for you,” Gatomon laughed and swung Gaomon around on his fist.
She let him go and watched as he soared across the mat and slammed against the corner post of the ring. His head bonked against it and made a bit of a ringing sound on impact.
Gaomon’s head swiveled around a bit right as he plopped onto his butt and let out a groan. With his eyes rolling and vision blurring, he felt strangely giddy.
Of course, he had no time to sit still and recover. The instant he looked up, he saw Gatomon shooting across the ring towards him with her fist ready to smash his face in again.
Gaomon leapt to his feet and caught her fist just in time, thankfully. He was about to follow up with another punch but that’s when Gatomon took him by surprise yet again.
Instead of meeting him fist to fist, she stepped to the side so that the arc of his swing hit the air. Gaomon stumbled, eyes wide with surprise, which gave her the opening she needed to thrust another punch at him.
This time it connected and it was the most solid hit of the entire match so far.
Gaomon’s tongue flopped out and his eyes crossed into each other. The slow motion replay made it seem extremely silly looking but that was part of the fun.
He shot all the way across the ring again, limp like a rag doll and spewing drool everywhere. This time, his shorts started to sag too.
When he hit the ropes of the ring this time, his body got tangled up in them before the inertia from the hit made them untangle as he swung back towards her.
He was launched from the ropes, flailing through the air and screaming his lungs out. The dizziness was making his eyes swirl but it was put to a stop just as fast as before.
“Boom baby!” Gatomon shouted.
She swung her fist over and nailed Gaomon in the direct center of his face. This caused him to spin in mid air and flop down hard onto his back!
Gatomon dusted off her hands and then stared down at her opponent. The crowd looked shocked. There was a minor hush that fell over them before the cheering grew louder once more.
Gaomon fidgeted and jerked about while on the mat. It made Gatomon giggle how his body kept humping up and down as if trying to get back up properly. He’d been punched in the face extremely hard in a manner that just didn’t seem plausible to get back up from.
His shorts were sagging super low now too. Gatomon could see his Krypto the Superdog underoos.
“Tee hee. Nice undies,” She said, bending down and tugging at the elastic of his briefs. “You got any in pink?”
Gaomon grunted, managing to refocus his eyes and then went for a kick. Gatomon smiled and shifted to the side, avoiding it. She watched as Gaomon stumbled to his feet. He slumped forward and stuck his butt out before stumbling back, looking like he was drunk.
Of course, standing up allowed gravity to take hold and his shorts flopped to his feet.
His serious demeanor was gone. His thoughts were all jumbled. He was beyond confused. All he could do was raise his fists again and hope he had enough in him to keep going.
“Y-You… you’re…!” Gaomon began. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He was contemplating this being a disappointing match for him. Then he was taken by surprise by how good she was and now… now he was losing?! BUT HOW?!
“I’m what? Totally awesome? Don’t worry. One day you’ll be like me too.” Gatomon sneered.
This set Gaomon off. For the first time in his array of matches he lost his cool. Steam rose from his head and his face got red from anger and embarrassment.
“Don’t MOCK me!” He snapped, going for a punch… which was easily blocked. Gatomon then rammed her fist into his face.
Stars exploded in Gaomon’s vision and his angry face turned dopey and goofy. He looked like a walking bowl of jello now. He drooled with his tongue out, thoughts suddenly empty, as his pupils were replaced with a star and a dizzy anime swirl.
Gatomon snorted and landed several more hits across his body, making it flop around like silly puddy before he teetered over and slammed onto the canvas with his arms and legs spread. He was showing off the goods for the crowd’s pleasure.
Gatomon took this chance to indulge in her own pleasure too though. She wanted to keep his shorts as a trophy so she helpfully shimmied them off his feet and held them up.
With him in just his underwear, you’d think Gaomon’s humiliation couldn’t get any worse but no. The pain of his beating had been too much for his bladder and the audience burst into tears laughing as they watched his underwear start to soak in the front.
Gatomon didn’t care. She pressed her foot on his tummy and raised his shorts up while her opponent was stargazing and birdie watching.
With her tongue out, she cheekily turned to the crowd as the flashes from their camera went off around her.
“Too rough?”
Wait. She promised to sign something for someone at the beginning of the match, didn't she?
She did eventually manage to get a permanent marker from the crowd and wrote on Gaomon’s briefs, “Property of Gatomon”.
You know. For fun.
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I mean Gaomon was against a Champion Level Digimon he had no real chance. Though was this a Boxing Match or and MMA Match, I mean either way these two would get infractions with Gatomon being disqualified for carrying a weapon on her into an official event
I mean Gaomon was against a Champion Level Digimon he had no real chance. Though was this a Boxing M
