Write a tally scoreboard of both women’s successful light and heavy hits (punches and kicks), throws/slams, and submissions (how long the hold lasted each) for following fight:

1. As the bell rang through the air, marking the commencement of their duel, Mishaali and Kareen advanced towards the center of the ring with deliberate steps, their bodies tense and ready in their respective fighting stances. They began to circle around each other cautiously, the tension palpable in the ring. Each fighter’s eyes were locked onto the other’s, probing for an opening while being acutely aware that any misstep could lead to their downfall.

2. Breaking the deadlock, Mishaali made her move with a swift, calculated low sidekick aimed at Kareen’s left leg, targeting the lower part just above the knee. The move was executed with precision, showcasing her agility and striking speed. Kareen, however, seemed unfazed by the attack, her training allowing her to absorb the impact with minimal discomfort. In response, she launched a series of sharp, quick jabs directed at Mishaali’s face, intent on taking the offensive. Mishaali, for her part, demonstrated her defensive prowess, her hands moving in a blur to parry each jab.

3. Unwilling to be outmaneuvered, Mishaali charged with a vengeance, her right arm coiling with the force of a spring before unleashing a powerful hook aimed at Kareen’s head. Kareen, with reflexes honed from years of fighting, narrowly evaded the blow, pulling her face back just in time. The hook sliced through the air, its proximity a whisper against Kareen’s skin, a tangible reminder of the razor-thin margin for error in this heated battle.

4. Without missing a beat, Kareen seized the moment to retaliate, her body twisting as she executed a ferocious kick. Her leg, driven by a blend of precision and power, became a blur aimed directly at Mishaali’s midsection. Quick on her feet, Mishaali sidestepped to her right, the kick whistling past her, the force behind it evident in the rush of air that followed. This evasion showcased not just Mishaali’s agility but also her acute awareness, as she narrowly avoided the brunt of Kareen’s potent attack.

5. Undeterred by her miss, Kareen immediately transitioned into another attack, her momentum carrying her forward as she aimed a vicious right hook at Mishaali. This time, Mishaali was ready; with a deft move, she raised her left arm, intercepting Kareen’s punch with a solid block. In the next breath, Mishaali counterattacked, her right fist rocketing upwards in a devastating uppercut. The punch connected squarely with Kareen’s chin, the impact reverberating through the arena. Kareen’s scream of pain was almost drowned out by the sound of the crowd, as spit and saliva were forcefully ejected from her mouth.

6. Reeling from the ferocity of Mishaali’s uppercut, Kareen staggered backward, desperately trying to regain her bearings. Sensing her moment, Mishaali advanced like a predator closing in, her left hand shooting out to clasp the back of Kareen’s neck with an iron grip, halting her escape. With her opponent held fast, Mishaali unleashed a vicious punch with her right fist straight into Kareen’s abdomen. The air whooshed out of Kareen, a strangled sound of agony escaping her lips as her body involuntarily doubled over from the brutal impact.

7. But Mishaali wasn’t done. With a ruthless efficiency, she yanked Kareen upright, her eyes glinting with a devilish delight in the dominance she wielded in these early moments. She landed another heavy blow to the same tender spot on Kareen’s abdomen, then another, and then yet another, each punch punctuated by the grim soundtrack of Kareen’s pain, her body jerking with each hit.

8. As Mishaali cocked her arm back, aiming to drive another punishing punch into Kareen’s midsection, Kareen’s survival instincts surged forth in a desperate move. She launched a sudden, forceful knee upwards into Mishaali’s crotch, catching her completely off guard. “Ugh!” escaped Mishaali’s lips, a sharp exhalation of pain and surprise, as she instantly clasped the injured area, her body folding over from the intense pain. Attempting to lash out in anger at the unexpected and devastating blow, “Fucking cheating cun- ugh,” was all Mishaali could manage before Kareen’s left fist impacted her right cheek, forcefully bringing Mishaali tumbling down to the mat on her hands and knees.

9. Towering over her fallen foe, Kareen sneered, her voice dripping with disdain, “It’s no holds barred. You dumb fucking CUNT!” She spat the last word out as a taunt, a twisted echo of Mishaali’s unfinished expletive. From her vulnerable position, Mishaali’s hand quickly went to her mouth, checking for blood – finding none, she locked eyes with Kareen, a burning hatred fueling her swift recovery. With a fierce resolve, she pushed herself back to her feet, facing Kareen head-on as they both reassumed their fight stances, ready to continue their brutal dance.

10. As the duel heats up, both women are visibly taxed by their efforts, their bodies slick with perspiration under the arena’s gaze. Mishaali and Kareen exhibit the small but telling signs of their battle: flushed skin glowing with a mix of exertion and adrenaline, stray locks of hair clinging to damp foreheads. A subtle bruise has begun to form beneath Mishaali’s eye, a token of Kareen’s skillful strike, while Kareen herself shows evidence of Mishaali’s counterattack in the form of a vivid mark across her neck. These marks of combat only seem to heighten their allure, their readiness to engage once again palpable, a tense balance of aggression and grace.

11. Suddenly Kareen launches a right hook towards Mishaali’s breasts. But the Hyderabadi, is swift, her left forearm coming up to intercept, although the power behind Kareen’s punch skewers her arm aside, sending a ripple of force through Mishaali’s body. Unfazed, Mishaali’s response is immediate; her left arm snakes forward in a blistering backhand aimed at Kareen’s face. But Kareen is just as quick, her own reflexes bringing her hand up to parry and redirects Mishaali’s fist away, their arms slashing through the charged air, a symphony of near misses and echoing thuds.

12. Unrelenting, Mishaali counters with a flurry of hooks, her strategy a mix of aggression and cunning. Her first move, a sharp right hook aimed at Kareen’s left side, forces Kareen to quickly step back, evading the punch with mere inches to spare. Not slowing down, Mishaali launches a left hook towards Kareen’s head, but with agility borne from countless matches, Kareen ducks under Mishaali’s arm, avoiding the blow. Mishaali, cleverly disguising her next move, feints with what looks to be a low kick to Kareen’s side. Kareen, anticipating the kick, is momentarily caught off guard as Mishaali shifts direction, her right fist aiming a downward strike towards Kareen’s head.

13. Kareen shifted to her left as Mishaali’s arm was arched from aiming into Kareen’s head, instead Mishaali’s right arm was entangled with Kareen’s left arm as the latter skillfully avoided getting hit and trapped her rival’s arm in an ackward position. Both women’smuscles touching in brief, tense opposition. In this fleeting lock, Kareen’s eyes found their mark, and she unleashed a thunderous right punch into the exposed flank of Mishaali’s ribs. The sound of the impact echoed as Mishaali’s grunt of pain was involuntary. Kareen pressed her advantage, her fist once again burrowing deep into Mishaali’s side. This elicited a sharp response from Mishaali, who, with a surge of strength, pushed Kareen away, retreating just enough to cradle her throbbing ribs.

14. “Come on, slut!” Kareen’s challenge sliced through the tension, her voice a mix of taunt and battle cry. Mishaali, pain igniting a fierce defiance in her eyes, squared her shoulders and reassumed her stance, ready to face the onslaught head-on. Kareen, eyes narrowed with focus aimed at Mishaali’s abdomen. Kareen aimed her first swift strike, a left jab with precision, at Mishaali’s abdomen. Bracing herself, Mishaali used her right forearm to shield against the blow, the force absorbed by her muscle. Not deterred, Kareen launched another jab, this time targeting Mishaali’s chest. Mishaali, equally quick, raised her left arm in defense, successfully thwarting her rival’s second attempt as well.

15. Kareen, her aggression undimmed, shifted tactics, her right leg slicing through the air in a high kick meant for Mishaali’s head. But Mishaali retreated with precise timing, narrowly avoiding the kick by mere inches. Seamlessly following through, she grasped Kareen’s extended leg, securing it firmly in her hold. This maneuver left Kareen teetering on one foot, her balance compromised and suddenly finding herself at Mishaali’s mercy. “Got you!” Mishaali declared triumphantly, leveraging Kareen’s captured leg to disrupt her balance further, sending her rival tumbling to the mat in a split. Kareen found herself in a precarious position on the mat, with her legs awkwardly splayed; her left leg was extended behind her in a strained line, while her right, still firmly held by Mishaali, jutted forward at an uncomfortable angle.




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16. Having Kareen in the precarious position, Mishaali immeidately went in for a submission hold by wrapping her legs into Kareen’s extended right leg and executing a legbar. Kareen shrieked in pain from the painful as her legs were not just split, but the arm bar was applying pressure to her right leg.

17. Kareen’s shrieks filled the air, a testament to the excruciating pain Mishaali’s legbar inflicted. With her adversary’s right leg ensnared, Mishaali tightened her grip, her own muscles tensing with effort as she aimed to increase the pressure, a clear intent to dominate and incapacitate etched in her focused demeanor. Kareen’s face contorted in agony, her hands clawing at the mat, desperately seeking any leverage to alleviate the unbearable strain on her leg. The audience watched in rapt attention, the tension palpable, as Kareen struggled, her grit on full display as she refused to submit, despite the clear disadvantage. Every second in the hold seemed an eternity, a battle of wills where mere physical strength was secondary to the sheer determination to endure or overpower.

18. Grasping at the only escape within reach, Kareen shifted her body sharply to the left, her legs mercifully escaping the torturous split but her right leg still ensnared in the throes of the legbar. Mishaali, seizing the moment to assert dominance, sneered down at her afflicted rival. “Give in, you stupid whore!” she demanded, her voice dripping with contempt and the thrill of imminent victory. Kareen, defiant even in the face of agonizing pain, spat back through clenched teeth, “Fuck you! Ahhh!” Her resolve was as clear as the anguish written across her face. The referee, closely monitoring the situation and recognizing the submission hold’s duration, intervened to inquire if Kareen would surrender. Her response was a resolute refusal, a testament to her unyielding spirit in the heat of battle.

19. With the threat of disqualification looming overhead like a heavy cloud, Mishaali begrudgingly released Kareen from the legbar, her eyes flashing with barely concealed irritation at having to forego the hold that had been her path to victory. As she stepped back, regaining her own composure, the referee began the crucial 10-count for Kareen, whose form was sprawled on the mat in clear agony, her hand gripping her pained leg as if to anchor herself amidst the storm of pain. Yet, beneath the surface of her visible suffering, an indomitable will stirred.

20. “Get up, you filthy Kolkatan bitch!” Mishaali taunted, her voice slicing through the tension, as if her words alone could provoke Kareen into action. The referee’s count echoed in the arena, a somber drumbeat marking the time: “Six… Seven… Eight…” On the verge of defeat, Kareen’s spirit blazed to life and she willed her body into action, rising from the mat in a defiant stand against the pain. Barely before the count hit nine, Kareen was on her feet, her posture unsteady but unmistakably upright.

21. In the brief respite that followed, the referee allowed for a 5-second pause, a small window of time in which both fighters could gather themselves for the battle ahead. It was during this calm before the storm that Mishaali leaned in, her words heavy with threat and venom. “Get ready, slut. I’m going to pound your body and face soon,” she promised, a dark promise meant to intimidate. Yet, Kareen, undaunted and steadfast in her resolve, fired back, “Bring it on, bitch,” her voice a defiant clash against Mishaali’s. Her fearlessness hung in the air, a bold challenge that left no doubt of her readiness. As the referee’s count marked the end of the brief interlude, the fight burst back into life, the tension sparking once again as both warriors launched themselves into the fray, each determined to assert her dominance in this relentless struggle.

22. With a fierce scream that ripped through the tension, Mishaali launched into action, her arms whipping through the air as she aimed a right hook followed by a left at Kareen’s face, both intended to dismantle her opponent’s defense swiftly. However, Kareen’s quick reflexes saw her blocking both attempts with a fluidity that spoke of her fighting prowess. Not missing a beat, Kareen retaliated with a swift left roundhouse kick, the force of her leg connecting solidly with Mishaali’s right hip. The impact made the Hyderabadi wince, a clear sign of the kick’s effectiveness. Angered by the hit, Mishaali redirected her fury into a powerful right roundhouse kick aimed at Kareen’s left hip. However, Kareen was prepared, lifting her left leg in a defensive maneuver that absorbed the brunt of the attack, showcasing her ability to anticipate and counter Mishaali’s moves.

23. Seizing the momentum, Kareen unleashed a ferocious right hook directly into Mishaali’s abdomen. The precision and power behind the punch elicited a sharp scream of pain from Mishaali, causing her to double over in agony. With Mishaali now vulnerable, Kareen began to dominate the match, her fists a blur as she alternated between right and left punches aimed at Mishaali’s abdomen. Each hit landed with increasing intensity, driving Mishaali backward until her back crashed against the ring ropes. The relentless assault from Kareen marked a significant turn in the battle, her control now undeniable as Mishaali struggled to defend against the barrage of blows raining down on her.

24. Just as the tide appeared to turn against her, Mishaali demonstrated the cunning that made her a formidable fighter. Backed into the ropes, gripping the ropes for leverage, she executed a swift maneuver, wrapping her legs around Kareen with the agility of a seasoned combatant. This unexpected move not only caught Kareen off guard but also forced a wince of pain from her as Mishaali’s legs tightened with strategic precision. The sudden reversal of fortunes underscored the intense rivalry, transforming what seemed like Mishaali’s moment of peril into a cunning attack. This action was a vivid testament to the fight’s unpredictable nature, where physical prowess meets mental agility, pushing the competitors to their limits and captivating the audience with the sheer tenacity on display.

25. Trapped in Mishaali’s unyielding leg grip, Kareen’s resolve did not falter. With a mixture of desperation and determination, she raised her arms, clasping her hands together in a singular motion of defiance. Then, with all the force her precarious position allowed, Kareen brought her hands down directly onto Mishaali’s exposed breasts. The impact elicited a sharp scream of pain from the Hyderabadi fighter, the sudden agony disrupting her concentration and loosening the leg lock. Freed from the constriction, Kareen watched as Mishaali’s grip faltered, her body succumbing to the intensity of the pain and collapsing onto the mat below. The arena filled with the echoes of the encounter, a stark reminder of the fight’s ruthlessness and the lengths to which each competitor was willing to go.

26. Hovering at the edge of seizing her moment to pounce on her downed adversary, Kareen paused as the referee initiated the 10-count, a reminder of the bout’s structured brutality. “That all you’ve got, princess?” Kareen taunted, her voice laced with scorn as she took a moment to regather herself, swiping the sweat from her skin, a brief respite in the storm of their clash. On the floor, Mishaali’s form was a study in pain and determination, her body wracked with the aftermath of Kareen’s retaliation. Yet, within moments, driven by an indomitable spirit that would not concede to defeat, Mishaali began the arduous journey back to her feet. By the count of six, she was already stirring; by seven, she stood once more, albeit unsteady, her stance upright.

27. Silence enveloped the arena as both fighters caught their breath during the brief 5-second interlude, the tension palpable. As the referee signaled the continuation of the battle, Kareen moved in, her steps measured, eyes locked on Mishaali, anticipating an opportunity to capitalize on her opponent’s apparent vulnerability. However, Mishaali, far from diminished, was a coiled spring. In a burst of unexpected agility, she unleashed her right leg in a swift, arching roundhouse kick, targeting Kareen’s head with deceptive power. Kareen, taken aback by the sudden assault, reacted just in time to deflect the blow, the force reverberating through her arms. But Mishaali was already pressing her advantage, her fists becoming blurs as she unleashed a barrage of punches targeting Kareen’s midsection and chest.

28. Kareen, far from being overwhelmed by Mishaali’s relentless assault, cleverly turned her defensive stance into an offensive pivot. Absorbing the impact of Mishaali’s punches with her forearms, she bided her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. As soon as she detected a slight decrease in the tempo of Mishaali’s punches, Kareen spun with the grace and power of a seasoned fighter, channeling her strength into a fierce elbow strike that found its mark in Mishaali’s ribs, forcing a sharp cry of pain from the Hyderabadi. Not content with just this, Kareen skillfully moved to Mishaali’s rear, a strategic position to launch her next offensive.

29. With a surge of strength, Kareen wrapped her arms tightly around Mishaali, hoisting her slightly off the mat in a bear hug designed to sap the fight from her. As the referee’s voice counted through the arena, Kareen’s hold tightened, a calculated measure of control and punishment. “Come on, bitch! Say you give up!” Kareen’s voice was a mix of challenge and assertion, echoing her dominance in that moment. Mishaali, however, was not ready to concede. Gasping through the grip that ensnared her, she managed to retort with spirit undiminished by her predicament, “Fuck you! Aughh…! You slut! Aughhh!” Her defiance was a clear signal of her unyielding will, even as the pressure of Kareen’s arms threatened to overpower her resolve. The exchange was a stark reminder of their intense rivalry, punctuated by Kareen’s growl and Mishaali’s defiant rebukes, each word fueling the ferocity of their conflict.

30. The struggle intensified as the count went on, with Mishaali caught in Kareen’s constricting embrace, her desperation growing by the second. Despite her best efforts to find a way out, Mishaali felt the grip tighten further, the pain becoming an all-encompassing reality that threatened to sap her resolve. Kareen’s stronghold seemed unbreakable, each second in the hold a testament to her tactical acumen and raw power.

31. As the moment neared for Kareen to relinquish her hold in compliance with the referee’s impending count, she showcased not just her combat savvy but also her flair for the theatrical. With keen timing, she fluidly released Mishaali, but this was merely the prelude to her next act of dominance. In one fluid motion, she hoisted Mishaali upright only to swiftly execute a spectacular German suplex, a move that combined finesse with raw power, sending Mishaali sailing through the air and crashing down with a resounding impact. Kareen started rising, her form exuding triumphant determination, a stark contrast to Mishaali’s prone silhouette sprawled on the mat. Mishaali’s stillness on the floor painted a vivid picture of the match’s brutal toll, her chest heaving with strained breaths as the referee began the ten-count.