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A left to the jaw....

He looks over his opponent's body...

...her breasts on fire from punishment, her mid-section bruised and tender. He senses that she can't lift her arms to protect herself...

An overhand right sends her crashing into the ropes...

Is this sacrilege?

This is mentally irregular...

Now, you know when you won your last fight, you beat him by one second. We always said that when we spar and you can no longer hold your own against your wife, then it's time for you to retire. You better go slow as you ain't as young as the springtime no more: I know I can beat you.

Oh yeah? Now you gonna do that? Apollo taught me everything he knows.<...

An uppercut snaps her head back...

...her chin is being tested! The crowd roar as each punch thuds, leather against flesh under the lights...

His right hand lands deep into her jaw...

...the thud sounds loudly as the force sends her head backwards, her sweat misting the patrons at ringside...

Her legs buckle as the ropes keep her up...

...the pain of the body blow firing a wave of paralysing pain throughout her. The man comes in close quarters, clutching her with his leather gloves that are covered in her sweat.
He breathes in her scent and then releases her from his grip, tensing his sinewy frame to deliver the next onslaught...

He then puts all his power into a body shot....

...she howls in pain as her back clatters against the ropes. Her arms grasp onto the top rope to steady herself, but she's in a world of hurt!

...another left to the jaw!

...her head spins and her sweat and saliva mists the patrons at ringside... his tactic might be working...

The right hook to the body doubles her over...

He fires a left hand!

She raises her glove to defend against the blow, but the man is too quick...

The man stalks too...

...they're circling in the centre of the ring: they both look exhausted... can one of them get the upper hand?

She looks for an opening...

...shielding her left breast.

...and then a hard right to his jaw...

She fires a jab...

Sonny breaks free and gets her in a headlock!

He instinctively hits several uppercuts to Evelyn's tender left breast with his free arm... this is a street fight! The ref moves in, trying to pry them apart. Evelyn tries to struggle free too, her face showing the pain of those blows.
Sonny lets go, his head clear and raring to go...

She's on him in a flash!

Evelyn runs at her opponent and smashes into him against the ropes, smothering him. She wrestles him, trying to sap his strength. Both want to show dominance in this brutal round and aren't willing to let the other get the upper hand...

Sonny slams into the ropes...

...he clings onto the top rope to steady himself but he looks confused: it doesn't look like he knows where he is! His eyes make out the shape of Evelyn, approaching fast...

The punch lands hard...

...turning the man's head with its power and sending him towards the ropes, off-balance.

Seeing her chance, she throws a right!

The punch lands...

...her glove connects just below the man's ear, his arms not quick enough to defend. The force of the blow disorientates him, pushing him backwards...

She swings a left!...

...with everything she's got. The man senses it and starts to raise his arms in defence...

The fighters square off in the centre of the ring...

...they trade punches, they dodge and weave. Evelyn seems to be recovering and Sonny hasn't been able to go for the kill. She sees a chance and suddenly charges forward...

She clinches desperately...

...to get the pressure off. He swings her around to get free, but she holds on. The ref shouts for the fighters to break and waves the fight to continue.

...and then drives the right hand in...

...to the open treasure chest before him. She's being overwhelmed by the punches, coming from all angles.

...then he smashes a left into her unprotected mouth...

He powers a right hook into her tender mid-section...

...that makes her cry out in pain and the crowd scream in excitement...

She follows with an aggressive right, but the man ducks to evade the blow...

...he goes low and spies a sweet fleshy target that looks so delicious but must be destroyed...

At the bell, the fighters charge forward...

...the woman stops her opponent in his tracks with a solid left...

In the opposite corner...

...Evelyn's team give the same instruction: to knock out her male opponent:
'You're punches are hurting him, finish him! His bodyshots causing you any problems?'
'I'm okay! He's going down this round, this is it!' She bites down on her gumshield and rises from her stool: the punches to her body were taking a heavy toll, but she couldn't let them know...