...First she pivots with the speed of a jungle cat to get into position to land the crushing blow... she plants her feet, then the muscles in her legs swell and increase in size, beads of sweat trickle down these smooth surfaces... her shoulders rotate, launching her arm into the right hook from hell.
The male boxer groans as the thud of the woman's leather glove sends a deafening shockwave through his head, distorting his face and sending spit flying: He's cut! There's blood from his left eyebrow and the crowd are at fever pitch! He staggers back on shaky legs...
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2024-08-02 16:49:50 +0000 UTCBrad Janus
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