Describe following: Ready to close the rivalry to an end, Deborah and Zainabu are meet to the designated location where a boat driver and both combatants managers await their arrival. The managers, despite their reluctance to have their best fighters settle their rivalry with a death battle, have no choice but to accept their clients decision. The two mature women have made their decisions after all, and neither of them would back down from their word.

First to arrive is Zainabu, the 6f0 ft and 232 lbs of raw muscle and of fine proportions. Her short dark pixie cut hair hangs in wispy curls. Her dark brown eyes are cold and piercing, but not unkind; She is dressed  in her signature black leather pants which shows of her powerful legs, a plain white tank top which is covered underneath her orange jacket, and sunglasses. Zainabu's apperance is followed seconds later by her rival Deborah. The Israeli blonde woman is 5ft11 ft and 225 lbs, blue eyes and sensual, she dressed more revealing than Zainabu wearing a baggy sleeveless shirt showing off her her broad shoulders and arms, dark denim shorts and sandals.

Zainabu takes off her sunglasses to glare at her rival, Deborah smirks at her while raising her eyebrow in challenge, her blue eyes sparkle mischievously with challenge. Both ladies glance at each other as they step towards each other ready for their death match. "Finally," Zainabu says with a deep, desirable tone, "I will be rid  of you once and for all." Deborah continues to smirk at her and rolls her eyes playfully, "Yes, you will be rid of me. That is after I'm done killing you," she retorts smugly. Both femme fatales keep their eyes into each other, Zainabu placing her sunglasses inside one of her jacket's pocket before taking to off and showing off her powerful arms too. With an ahem, both managers get both rivals attention. “Ladies, we are here to discuss your dueling arrangements," Deborah and Zainabu turn and focus their attention on their managers, "Please sign these papers, as you know, they are your final statement that you agree for unarmed, unwitnessed, and unsanctioned combat between  yourselves.”.

The two ladies glance at each other again as the managers take turns explaining the detailed contract, “Once signed, there is no  going back, do you understand?" The pair nod their heads at the managers. After handing out pen and paper, the managers hand each of the two women an envelope containing their own copies of the contract. Deborah and Zainabu open up their envelopes and briefly look at the contents of the documents, seconds later they simultaneously sign and hand over their respective contracts to their manager. Both managers make sure the contracts are well signed and sealed before looking up and into both women's eyes. "It's official then; Very well ladies, I believe it is time for us all to get in the boat and drive to your final destination. ” Both females give a curt nod to each other before heading into the boat behind their managers. Both Zainabu and Deborah have to admit that signing the contracts almost felt like signing their own death sentence. The boat's engine starts up and slowly moves away from the docks.

The ride is over 20 minutes long, and soon enough an island comes into view, its shoreline is small and behind it is steep hills and dense forests with trees, bushes. Their destination. Before disembarking the boat, the two goddess take off their clothes and jewelry. The boatman cannot decide which woman to admire as they are both gorgeously beautiful with their strong muscles, defined abs and defined torsos. Now nude, they walk towards both managers so they may assess if any of them may have a hidden weapon. After  making sure both ladies don't have any concealed weapons, the manager give off their final instructions and good bye, it would certainly be one's final. Zainabu jumps off the boat, her feet splash into the water with a loud splash as Deborah follows. Both women do not bother turning back and stoically walk farther and farther together into the deepest center part of the island. Meanwhile, the boatman takes both managers to a nearby island where they will stay until an hour has passed. The managers turn to take a final glance of both women until they eventually disappear into the horizon.

Deborah and Zainabu do not say a word, instead they look around the island for place where they both can feel comfortable to begin this fight. Both women prefer a place with shade to avoid being blinded by the sun, with few to no trees or rocks for cover to hide behind. They walk in silence for a while until they reach a small clearing which is about 8 meters around, Deborah halts first, Zainabu has no objection with the location neither and moves just a few feet forward and then turns to face Deborah. "This is it." Deborah states, her voice filled with determination. "No more waiting.", Deborah says as she cracks her knuckles, "Are you ready for me, Zainabu?", Deborah asks challengingly. Zainabu gives a smirk, "I am always ready. Especially against you, Deborah."  Zainabu raises her fists in a fighting stance while Deborah does the same. "OK, let's begin" the blonde states, "Let's" the ebony replies firmly.

FIGHT!

They charge at each other with full force, both women throw punch after punch at the other but both skillfully block the latter's attack. First to gain the upper hand in the fist fight is Zainabu, who after countering Deborah's right cross to her jaw, punches the Israeli's body with her right uppercut. A loud thud echoes throughout the clearing from the first hit which Zainabu delivered on her rival. The blonde immediately counters and connects with a left jab to the ebony's face which causes Zainabu to stumble backward. Deborah clamps her hands together and raises them up together to bring them crashing down against Zainabu's head, but the black woman charged forward first and kneed the blonde in the stomach causing Deborah to cough from the pain of the kick and stop her attack. The pixie cut ravenette swiftly sends a strong right, left, right cross combo into Deborah's jaw which causes her to stumble backwards, the blonde recovers quickly however and counters with a right hook into Zainabu's face, but the Congolese woman blocked the attack with her left arm and punished her rival with an uppercut the jaw which caused her opponent to jump from the ground and fall back first into sandy soil.

Zainabu stands tall and proud with her hands on her hips and  smirks at the blonde who lies prone on the ground. Deborah shakes her head while spitting out some blood from her mouth and gets onto her knees. "You're gonna regret that, Zai'.", She growls as she gets up slowly and stands upright and  glares daggers into her rival's eyes. After a slight pause, both women bring up their fists and circle around the clearing trying to anticipate each others next move. After a few seconds of circling around, Deborah charges at her rival, the ebony readies to strike the blonde with an uppercut to the body, but Deborah hits first as she leap forward and straightened her right leg and kicked Zainabu's abdomen  hard. The Congolese doubles down in pain, clutching at her midsection as she tries to regain her composure. The blonde advances towards Zainabu and takes a handful of the short afro-haired  women locks in her grasp. Deborah then hammers her right fist into Zainabu's sternum, causing the ebony to yelp in pain while doubling over further from each struck Deborah delivered. Deborah hits Zainabu three times before stopping and forcing Zainabu to look at her in the eyes, "Come on, bitch. Try harder", she growled out as she then grabbed Zainabu by her left arm and turned back before pulling the Congolose woman's arms above her shoulder and then bringing her down into the ground harshly. Zainabu's 232 lbs weight crashing down against the soil caused a loud thud and a cloud of dirt and sand to erupt up from underneath her.

Zainabu lets out a painful cry after hitting the floor, she moaned out in agony after, while Deborah looked down and flicked her blonde hair away from her face, she looks at the black haired woman with pride and satisfaction. "Get up." Deborah ordered in a cold tone. Zainabu sits up, dusts herself off and stands up, her glare never leaving the blonde eyes or body. "Come on, blondie. Is that the best you can  do?", Zainabu mocked her opponent.  "You'll see soon enough, Zainabu," the blonde responds menacingly. After half a minute of pausing their death fight the two rivals circle around the clearing again. This time both women charge at one another and clash their bodies together, despite Zainabu's 9 lbs advantage, Deborah kept her footing and wrestled the big African woman equally. Both rivals grunted and exerted all  their strength against one another trying to overpower the other in terms of power for almost half a minute, until suddenly the ebony woman managed to make Deborah loose her balance by sweeping her left foot, Zainabu then screamed as she pushed  her opponent down onto the ground back first. Deborah quickly puller her right arm back and swung her fist into Zainabu's jaw and then shoving the black woman off of her.

Zainabu's rubs her jaw as she gets back to her feet before getting back to her fighting stance, Deborah already back up on her feet moved closer to her rival with her fists up as well. The two exchange blows but neither is able to hit the other until Deborah catches Zainabu's nose with two quick right jabs, Zainabu stumbles backwards with her eyes closed and covering her nose. The blonde takes advantage of her foe's momentary lapse of focus and delivers a powerful right side kick to the Congolese's left hip. Zainabu grunts in pain  as her legs buckle under her weight, the blonde grinned at the agonizing ravenette's  reaction, but her grin turns into a surprised expression when she notices Zainabu's left arm trap her right leg and leave her with one foot on the soily ground. and Zainabu looking at her furiously.

"Hyahhhhh!" roars the African woman as she brings her right arm up before bringing her right elbow down and crashing it against Deborah's right thigh. The Israeli woman  screams  out in anguish while stumbling back on one leg. Zainabu then pulls Deborah's leg back and forces the blonde's leg to stretch on opposite directions, causing Deborah to wince in pain. With Deborah's right leg stretched below her, Zainabu takes a step back and leaps high into the air to aim her knees and weight above them into Deborah's right knee. Deborah's eyes widen as Zainabu descends and is aiming to break her knee cap. The blonde immediately manages to direct her right leg away and just barely avoid the Congolese's devastating blow., her left leg bent to avoid the awful painful stretching. Zainabu's knees crash on the soil first before her hands do as well to avoid body from falling forward. This left her defenseless as Deborah, with incredible agility and speed, lashes out her right foot into Zainabu's face and causes the  brunette to scream in pain before falling to the soily ground right side first.

Deborah gets up on her feet while Zainabu  lays on the ground taking deep breaths and  wincing in pain. The blonde walks toward the African woman as the latter is on hher hands and knees trying to get back on her feet. Deborah picks up her rival using the latter's hair with her left hand. "Wake up, Zai" Deborah taunts her foe as she lifts her from the ground and then delivers a stinging slap which echoes loudly across the clearing. However Deborah's disrespectful act is responded back with Zainabu punching Deborah's crotch with  all the force she could muster. on her right fist The Israeli woman cries out in pain before angrily lashing her right fist into Zainabu's face, but Zainabu instead blocks her rival's attack with her left arm, trapping her foe's arm against her own, and delivering her right forearm into striking Deborah's face continuously. Deborah grunts in pain from all 4 of Deborah's  strikes and is unable to shake her off. Zainabu's grip on Deborah's right arm loosens before she takes a handful of the blonde's tresses and keeps her rival's head firm before pulling her own head back and headbutting  the blonde. The powerful smack is followed by Deborah's howl in pain and her nose gushing with blood. 

The Israeli woman stumbles back uncontrollably with her arms flailing 
 wildly as she fights to regain her balance. Deborah immediately rushes at her foe to spear her down and continue beating the blonde woman further. However, Deborah managed to somehow regain her senses just before Zainabu lunged at her, the blonde fell back as she grabbed the ebony's broad shoulders with her hands and monkey flipped the African woman high in the air and onto the ground painfully, causing Zainabu to cry out in a mix of pain and frustration. Both women were now both lying on the ground struggling to catch their breath and back on their feet, slowly moving away from the clearing and into the trees. Zainabu managed to get on her feet first, but Deborah lunged at her foe and her right shoulder thrusted into Zainabu's abdomen and pushed the African woman back, both women now off the clearing and moving to the trees.

Zainabu grunted as Deborah continued running forward, the blonde drove her rival back first against a tree which caused Zainabu to scream loudly in pain. The Congolese woman's right shoulder was pinned against the tree by Deborah's strong left hand and her neck being held tightly in the grip witht eh blonde's other hand. Zainabu gurgled and choked in pain, her eyes closed, as she struggled to breath in some air; Deborah pressed down hard against her rival's neck making it difficult for her to breathe. The blonde felt total control of the situation until Deborah's strong right fist impacted against her left ribs, she was hit 3 times in the same area which caused her left hand pin to weaken and right hand choke to loosen. Zainabu then gripped hard into Deborah's right wrist with her left hand and pulled Deborah's hand from her neck and ending the chokehold which lasted for over 13 seconds.

Zainabu pulled Deborah's right wrist upward and then punched Deborah's jaw with a strong right hook which forced the blonde to spin and have her back facing the ebony woman. Reaching out for Deborah's free wrist, the African woman folded the blonde's muscular arms back, effectively leaving her defenseless while using the latter's own arms to choke herself. Deborah grunted as she tried to break out of Zainabu's grasp, but as the seconds passed by, Zainabu had a firm grip and  wouldn't let go. After about 20 seconds, realizing Zainabu's grip was too strong to break, Deborah decided to use her right leg to trip her opponent. She was almost successful but Zainabu instead used her unbalancedness to her favor by spinning herself back and facing the tree which was pinned on earlier. Without a doubt, Zainabu rushed forward with her captive blonde in front of her and smashed Deborah's arms and front body hard against the  trunk of the tree. The older woman groaned in pain as her struggle to break Zainabu's grip weakened and only made it easier for Zainabu to pull the latter's arms back further and causing Deborah to scream out in pain.

Deborah's face turned into terror, she was losin the battle to keep consciousness and she didn't know what else to do or how she was going to escape Zainabu's crushing grip. Suddenly something flashed in her mind and she saw an opportunity. Deborah's face contorted in anger as she brought her feet off the grass and into the tree in front of her. Using the momentum, Deborah pushed her feet into the tree and forced her body to launch back. Zainabu stumbled back, losing her balance and falling back first against the grass back first with blonde's weight crashing above her and her grip loosening enough for Deborah to free her right wrist. Deborah quickly turned her body and straddled Zainabu's waist, she was immediately punched in the face with a right hook which almost caused the blonde stumble down, but Deborah kept firm and countered by bringing her fists up high and crashing them down brutally against Zainabu's face together. The deadly blow caused Zainabu's nose to explode with blood that splattered against the grass as well. Deborah brought her fists up to take a look at Zainabu's face, the Congolose woman had her eyes closed as her head rolled slightly to the side. But her breathing was still heavy and shallow, her mouth open and blood spilling onto her lips. She opened her eyes slowly looking into Deborah's unforgiving glare.

Zainabu tried to bring her arms up to defend herself, but the recent blow she had received caused her  body to be completely paralyzed, rendering her unable to move even an inch. Deborah capitalized on her advantage and started punching Zainabu's face with right and left punches, the blonde grunting from exertion in each strike. As each time Deborah pounded upon Zainabu's face the ebony woman's head snapped from the impact, but not a sound other than weak gasps of pain escaped the African woman's lip. Zainabu's right eye was already starting to swell shut, her nose bled profusely, and her face was already beginning to swell up. Zainabu finally managed to bring her arms into a defensive position, after being hit 5 times consecutively in the face, to block the Israeli's attacks from damaging her face further, however, this resulted in Deborah clutching her hands into Zainabu's throat and squeezing harshly. The Congolese grasped her foe's wrists and tried to pry them off her throat, she gasped desperately for air as her eyes widened in fright, her heart pounding furiously as her worst fear of being dominated and killed by her hated long time nemesis was starting to happen. Deborah squeezed as hard as she could, she could feel Zainabu's breathing becoming slower and slower, and within a few moments she would no longer have any strength to fight back. With all her might, the black woman tried to push her enemy off her unsuccessfully. In desperation, Zainabu tried to twist her body around and drag Deborah to the right or left in an attempt to  dislodge her foe, however her muscles were too weak and her efforts proved to be futile. Zainabu looked helplessly into the blonde's face as she her oxygen  supply gradually ran out. 

Just as her lungs were about to give out, the Congolese woman suddenly used the last bits of energy left and brought her right hand down to the soil, reaching and clasping to as much dirt as she could, Zainabu lashed her right hand holding dirt and aimed it right into Deborah's eyes.  The blonde screamed  in pain as her eyes burned and watered, she released her grip on Zainabu's throat, allowing her rival to cough deeply and draw in a very needed deep breath. But Zainabu's knew she was far from safe and quickly used the opportunity to grab into Deborah's hair once again and yank hard to the right side causing the blonde to fall to left her side off from her straddle position. Deborah, still blinded by the dirt in her eyes, immediately grabbed a hold of Zainabu's hair as well and the two fierce hellcats went rolling across the ground. Releasing their hair mauling at the same time, the two rivals madly scratched at each other's skin with their claws trying to reach flesh and inflict injury on one another as they wrestled back and forth on the ground. They continued in their barbaric tussle for over a minute until Zainabu kicked the blonde's abdomen and shoved her away  roughly, sending Deborah back against a nearby bush. The two women got back up, bloodied and sweaty  from the scuffle and were breathing heavily while glaring hatefully at each other. Bringing their fists back up, the closed in again to continue battling it out with their fists and body in their deadly combat.

The two women duked it out with fist, kicks but neither able to land a hit so far, however it was evident that Zainabu was clearly more out of breath than Deborah, who eventually managed to hit the Congolese woman's jaw with left uppercut. Zainabu's head snapped back and she cried out in pain, she stumbled one step before Deborah punched her in the gut with  a strong right hook that lifted her toes off the ground and doubled her over in pain. The Israeli pressed her advantage by moving to Zainabu's side, stretching her right leg back and then smashing her right knee into Zainabu's nose, causing the ebony woman to collapse to the grass, crying out in pain as she clutched at her bleeding nose. Knowing the advantage was still hers, Deborah focused on either hitting Zainabu's injured nose or forcing her to loose oxygen by hitting her or choking her out. Deborah moved in closer to Zainabu and attempted to grab her by the hair, however, Zainabu was quick to lash her right leg up and hitting her right foot into Deborah's face, sending her foe sprawling backward. Zainabu was quick recover and scramble back to her feet, Deborah looked at her disdainfully and brought her fists up while closing in on the African woman.

The two circled warily for a moment, waiting for the right moment to attack or the right chance to get the upper hand. Both women remained cautious and ready, watching and listening intently for any movement from the other. Suddenly Zainabu attacked with her right foot with quick but precise kicks into Deborah's abdomen or face, the latter was able to block all the hits, but as she caught Zainabu's right foot the ebony's left foot caught her clean in the face and  sent her stumbling back a few steps and landing on her back with a thud. Zainabu landed safely, she stood up straight and rushed at Deborah ready to splash down on her with all of her weight. However, Deborah got back up to her feet and lunged into the black woman's abdomen and speared her down to the  ground, pinning her down. At that instant, Zainabu managed to push the blonde off of her, causing her to roll backwards. The Congolese woman immediately scrambled back to her feet again, but the blonde was quicker to read her rival's movements and caught her straight in the face with a lashing right kick. Zainabu howled in pain and dropped to the grass, holding her face in agony. She lay there with her body shaking uncontrollably as blood seeped out of the wounds caused by the beating Deborah gave her.

The Israeli walked over to the Zainabu, her face also covered in blood and sweat though not as badly as Zainabu's, Deborah's feet rested on the sides of Zainabu's waist, then she knelt down and rested her back on Zainabu's back ready to execute a camel clutch. The hold would secure Deborah to waste all of Zainabu's energy and injure her further, making her an easy prey for the blonde to finish of her ebony rival once and for all. Zainabu knew this as well, and just before Deborah grabbed the brunette's arms, Zainabu brought her hands up and clutch tighly into Deborah's tresses. The  blonde grunted loudly in pain as Zainabu's fingers tightened and twisted, suddenly Zainabu pulled her foe's head down and flipped Deborah into hitting the grass back first.
Once again, Deborah groaned and pushed herself up again, her back hurt immensely and she looked back up towards the dark haired woman who pulled her right fist back and punched Deborah's left eye with it. Deborah  winced at the pain and rubbed her left eye while getting back to her feet.   "You bitch!" she growled as she raised both of her hands up in anger and charged at Zainabu. The African woman jumped and kicked her rival's face with an kick which caused the Israeli to blurt out blood from her mouth before a sharp cry of pain escaped her mouth as well and stagger backward against a tree trunk behind her.

Before Deborah could do anything else, Zainabu leapt forward and started punching Deborah's abdomen with both fists repeatedly, each strike causing a loud painful grunt to escape the Israeli's lips as they felt like hammer  blows to the stomach. Deborah was now having difficulties catching her breath  and struggling to keep her balance. Deborah was hit 6 times before the retaliated with a headbutt into Zainabu's forehead, stopping the Congolese woman from hitting her further, before Deborah lashed out her right foot and kicked Zainabu's abdomen and caused the latter to  tumble backward. Both women were  panting heavily; blood had already run down their faces, they were covered in cuts and bruises and they both were exhausted. And yet they stood tall and defiant, staring hatefully at one another. Wanting nothing more than to finish the fight once and for all, the two women screamed at the top of their lungs and  launched themselves at one another with their arms extended forward. Neither of them held back as their bodies clashed again and struggled for dominance, and neither of them intending to let the other opponent get the best of her. As the seconds passed by, both women fought fiercely every second, and while Both Deborah or Zainabu managed to get a advantage over the other, but it was a mild advantage which neither was able to capitalize on. The battle raged on.

It seemed to go on forever, and the entire area was filled with cries of pain, cries of rage, shouts of pain and screams of anguish. Deborah, with a mild advantage gained by shoving Zainabu a few steps back, she glanced at a bush behind Zainabu and screamed at the top of her lungs again before shoving the black woman against it and with both goddess crashing down against  the leaves and branches in the process. Both women were in a for an unpleasant surprise as the bush they crashed on was covering the steep hillside where another shoreline similar to the one where they had entered the island appeared. Zainabu and Deborah screamed as their bodies fell down the hillside slope, crashing every part of their bodies during the descent down from the grassy ground to the rocky incline. But even though the fear of fall or the hits they received from it, they continued to struggle to pull their hairs madly, they rolled together with the Israeli or the Congolese on top before the other switched places. After 10 seconds of falling down, now away from the grass and rocky and sandy terrain with a loud thud. Zainabu was lucky enough to land relatively softly in the sand, with her rival in front of her and the momentum of the fall still carrying her downward, Zainabu stretched her legs forward and thrusted Deborah back flying 6 feet into the sand and muddy  ground below. Both women laid on the backs in pain, trying to regain air and regain consciousness.  Zainabu was the first one to recover crawl toward Deborah, her ribs feeling extremely sore and bruised as if they had been punctured through several times. Deborah shook up her head and coughed  out water that sprayed out of her mouth onto her surroundings. Her vision began to clear as she tried to stand up but was unable to reacted as Zainabu ran at her and crash her right thigh with her face. Deborah screamed in pain as her head fell toward the beach water and ground.

Zainabu took a handful of Deborah's hair and hauled  her upward and then lifting up the blonde's body across her neck back, and grabbing the latter's legs with her right arm and neck with her left arm. Zainabu hoisted her rival up and spun around slowly at first, "What's wrong, skank, can't fight me anymore? Maybe you ready to admit I am better than you!" Zainabu snarled, her voice sounding like a mixture of  sarcasm and disgust. Deborah's eyes barely opened, she groaned  in pain before slurring her words, "Fuck you. Filthy Congo bitch". Upon heating Deborah's words, Zainabu began to spin her body   faster, faster until Zainabu readied to fall back first and drop Deborah's limp body down on the ground.  But Deborah did something unexpected, she managed move her body off Zainabu's neck and instead wrap her right arm around it, before Zainabu could react, Deborah executed a spinning DDT.

The Congolese woman's head hit the water first before connecting against the sandy ground below it. An enormous splash  of water spread out, spraying Zainabu and Deborah with water sand and debris. Deborah was too tired and hurt to follow up her attack, leaving Zainabu to turn her body around and roll away from her rival to rest. Both women now wet yet still a bloody mess, rested on their backs on the sand, not uttering a single word. Finally, after some time, Zainabu started getting back up to her feet, Deborah did the same not wanting to be on a disadvantageous position again so soon.  The two women stood up with barely any strength left anymore and panting heavily. Neither were willing to attack first, they were too afraid into making a wrong move that would eventually  cost them their lives. They crouched while facing one another, both preferring to cautiously watch each other, trying to detect any sign of weakness.

Suddenly Deborah grunted in pain while holding her aching backside, Zainabu realized the chance she had  been waiting for appeared before her, even though she was a bit blurry of vision on her right eye after getting up from the DDT. Deborah looked at Zainabu who seemed undecided to attack her or  Zainabu pondered if she should make a move or if maybe Deborah was baiting her into attacking.


HAVE TO RECHECK

FAVOR OF:	LIGHT HITS	HEAVY HITS	GRAPPLES	SLAMS	SUBMISSIONS/SECS	RECOIL	
DEBORAH	


CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!

OPTION 1: ZAINABU ATTACKS DEBORAH, DEBORAH WINS

OPTION 2: DEBORAH ATTACKS ZAINABU, ZAINABU WINS

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OPTION 1:

Despite the risk that Deborah may be baiting her, Zainabu decided to take action and lunged forward and attack the injured blonde woman with all of her might and power. The Congolese woman swung with her right leg aiming for Deborah's ribcage. Deborah moved aside but wasn't quick enough and stumbled backwards slightly as Zainabu's leg connected with her ribcage. Deborah grunted in pain while clutching at her ribcage with one hand as Zainabu followed close. Deborah however ignored the pain coming frrom her ribs and countered with a strong left karate kick into Zainabu's sternum. The black woman grunted in pain as she stumbled backward a step back. Deborah suddenly ran toward her aching rival and grabbed her head with both hands, throwing herself forward and executing a swinging neck breaker. Zainabu let out a after her head hit the ground, she was dazed for a few seconds and when she looked up she saw Deborah getting back up to her feet, with a murderous look in her green colored eyes, ready to end Zainabu.

The black woman shook her head and got back up to her feet with distress written all over her face. Deborah lashed her right foot into Zainabu's gut, but the dark haired woman caught her rival's foot and countered with a strong elbow hook into Deborah's jaw which made the blonde grunt out in pain and crash down on the watery ground with a splash. Zainabu reached out for Deborah's legs aiming to put her in a deadly leg lock and injure her beyond repair, but Deborah  kicked hard at Zainabu's shin, making Zainabu yelp in pain and loosen her grip. Deborah's next kick connected against Zainabu's chin sending the Congolese woman stumbling back uncontrollably but able to stay on her feet. Now it was Deborah who got to her feet with distressful expression but glaring fiercely at Zainabu with hate filled eyes and curling her fists as she tried to fight through the pain coursing through her body.

Deborah and Zainabu were both breathing heavily with sweat covering their bodies, and their hearts beating fast from the adrenaline rush. They were both exhausted and sore, barely held on to life. Both women had bruises and cuts all over them, their injuries were fatal. Yet neither cared for that or the consequences. Their focus was solely for victory; they knew that it was only a matter of time before the other one would collapse. They both stood still waiting for their opponent to make the first move. Neither took their eyes off the other and didn't even blink once.

This was the last stand.

Zainabu and Deborah closed in on each other slowly. Each one readying themselves to strike the other as soon as opportunity presented itself. Suddenly Zainabu aimed quick jabs at Deborah's face, she only managed to get one hit before the blonde started parrying the attacks. After defending herself from the ebony woman's following 3 jabs, Deborah counters with two strikes hitting directly at Zainabu's chest, which sent Zainabu stumbling backwards again but managed to steady herself on her feet. Deborah quickly followed up with an uppercut aiming at Zainabu chin, but Zainabu dashed to her right and avoided being hit and getting behind her rival's back. The Israeli woman turned her head back before being kneed in her spine by Zainabu. Deborah howled in pain as she looked up at the sky.

With her foe's throat extended up, Zainabu brings up her strong right arm and wrapped  it around Deborah's throat tightening it. Deborah gasped in horror loudly as the black woman's muscles bulged from choking her rival and grunting with exertion. Deborah was  unable to breathe and her face turned red. The blonde attempted to struggle free from Zainabu's hold but the dark haired woman wouldn't budge no matter what. Her eyes were watering due to the lack of oxygen and sweat poured profusely onto her skin. Deborah was about to lose consciousness, when suddenly she desperately used her heel to hit Zainabu's shin again and caused Zainabu to yelp in pain and loosened her chokehold for just a moment to give Deborah enough time to gasp for much needed air.

Zainabu immediately tightened her chokehold again with a hateful glare to which Deborah gasped in fear once more. However she immediately hurt Zainabu by bashing her right elbow back into the Congolese woman's right lower abdomen  causing Zainabu to bend forward with pain and her chokehold to weaken again. The hold was forced off after Deborah rammed the back of her head against Zainabu's face, causing the Congolese woman to spill even more blood and her vision to blur. Deborah turns back, and through sheer willpower, gains the upper hand, channeling her last reserves into a vicious barrage of strikes that scream through the heavy air, pounding against Zainabu’s temples.

Zainabu’s vision swims with the onslaught, as each punishing blow from Deborah lands with the precision of an executioner. She tries to mount a defense, to throw up some semblance of resistance, but Deborah is relentless, driven by the heart of a lioness in this brutal dance of war. The sand around them is churned into a tumultuous battlefield, a canvas upon which Deborah paints her impending victory. She catches Zainabu with a sharp hook to the temple, a strike that reverberates down to the bone, heralding the shift in the tide. Zainabu, her formidable stance now faltering under the pressure, attempts to regain her footing. Her muscles scream in protest, her body a map of pain and bruises. Yet, she finds Deborah’s ruthless gaze upon her again, a predator sensing the kill. A crimson trail trickles from Zainabu’s brow, as Deborah crafts her masterwork⁠—a roundhouse kick to Zainabu's left temple that causes the black woman's whole body to fall against the blood stained water. 

The Congolese fighter’s world spins, stars dancing before her eyes, blood mingling with the blood-water stage she and Deborah continued to fight in. Zainabu struggles to rise, but Deborah is a force of nature. She heaves Zainabu back onto her feet, a display of unparalleled strength, Deborah then moves behind her rival, hoists Zainabu’s limp form once more, and with a guttural cry, executes a bone-rattling german suplex

The impact draws gasps from the void, a hollow echo of the agony Zainabu now knows intimately. The sand around her is darkened with the evidence of their war, a morbid testament to the violence they’ve shared. Deborah, releasing her rival to wither in pain, gets back to her feet and regains her breath while she circles her prey, her breaths coming in hot, victorious pants. What felt like minutes to both women were really just a couple of seconds.

Deborah, still a bit out of breath but not wanting to give Zainabu any rest time either, pulls Zainabu to her feet, the Congolese fighter’s legs shaky and uncooperative. With deft hands, Deborah positions her rival, hooks her arms, and snaps back with a double underhook suplex that folds Zainabu in half—a stunning display of technical prowess and raw power. Zainabu’s resilience is waning, the gold of her spirit tarnished under the relentless barrage. 

With lethal intent, Deborah locks in a sleeper hold, her forearm a scythe ready to reap consciousness from her foe. Zainabu’s face turns a deep shade of crimson, her struggles slow as darkness creeps at the edges of her vision. In the throes of desperation, Zainabu finds a reserve of untapped spirit. She channels her fading strength, elbowing Deborah’s injured ribs, gaining a moment’s respite. 



The faint glimmer of hope in Zainabu’s eyes dims as Deborah, fueled by a spiteful rage, thrusts a vicious knee forward. The sharp blow plunges into Zainabu’s midsection, stealing away every ounce of breath with a force that echoes betrayal. Zainabu stands, teetering, clutching her damaged abdomen. Deborah, her lips twisted into a hateful snarl, watches her once indomitable opponent falter. She moves in, an apex predator seizing her moment. 


The first strike, a vicious jab, snaps Zainabu’s head back, a spatter of blood marking its passage. Deborah follows with a lightning-quick cross to the cheek, an impact that reverberates through the air, the sound of it a dark herald of the assault to come. Zainabu, reeling, is helpless to stop the onslaught.

Deborah’s arm whips out again, delivering a brutal hook to Zainabu’s ribcage, the crack audible above the surf’s tumult. She spins to her right swiftly and smashes her right elbow into Zainabu’s jaw with surgical precision, sending a spray of sweat and saliva into the hot air. Zainabu’s knees wobble, her towering form beginning to crumble. Through the blood and pain, Zainabu swings out in desperation, but Deborah ducks beneath the arc, countering with an uppercut that lifts Zainabu off her feet.

Finally, with her opponent exposed, Deborah leaps, coiling her energy into one final, devastating knee strike aimed square at Zainabu’s solar plexus. The impact echoes off the makeshift arena, a punctuation to the ferocious combination laid upon Zainabu, who collapses like a marionette with severed strings, her cry of pain lost to the roars of the unforgiving battlefield. Reigning over the ruin she’s wrought, Deborah’s eyes pierce through the haze of combat to lock onto Zainabu, who writhes at her feet. Deborah’s gaze displaying complete ecstacy.



The end is near; the two long time hated rivals of this bloody spectacle can feel it. Deborah, wanting to further display her dominance against her rival, possibly for the last time, drags the agonizing and pride wounded Zainabu back to her feet. Zainabu stood defenseless, out of breath, and without any energies left in her. Deborah standing dominant, a goddess forged in the forge of combat. Blood, theirs and mingled, anointing the sands of the arena, a crimson testimony to the saga that unfolded, the tapestry of violence they wove with the fibers of their indomitable spirits.