It's over! Evelyn is still stretched out on the canvas, drenched in sweat. Her team rush towards her to tend to her. The crowd is deafening at the sight, though altercations are breaking out in some parts of the arena because of the result. Sonny staggers to the ropes, but his eyes do not leave his fallen foe. He surveys the destruction: her beaten, reddened breasts, her bruised mid-section, her arms stretched out above her head offering no defense.
Tonight is a big win.
*This pic was inspired by a Japanese artist that I like:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/1798263
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