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Becky Danger is maybe the most prolific name in erotic combat sports on the planet, and literally everyone in the scene knew about the glasses-wearing, purple-haired, reckless and wild busty fighter.

Hal wasn't an exception, especially after starring in an Ultimate Surrender special with the two of them. And a private rematch. And a few other things... her number was real high on his list of contacts.

Imagine the surprise when she called him out of the blue. She'd started a new venture by the title of Boxxme, a competitor for a few other sites out there. The production values were nuts, the crowds were livid and the debut match... well, she wanted her one and only male rival to settle the score for all to see. Hal being not dumb, immediately said yes. As any man should. Without thinking. Ever.

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The bell rang on the 14th round. Hal was turning into more and more of a punchdrunk slut, and Becky only seemed to be getting more and more fired up with each passing second. Hal lifted his heavy leather pounders and tried to focus through the sweat pouring down his brow. He twitched as Becky's perfect body faded in and out of focus.

He felt another paf of gloves as she faked him out, and his groggy mind was shaked as his head rocked to the side, Becky's fist slamming him silly. He leaked and fell back into the ropes, moaning. The crowd went absolutely ballistic seeing the Mistress of Danger break her male opponent, and she mounted him on those ropes, using his face as a punching bag. Left, right, left, right, so on and so forth for what felt like hours.

Drooping and groggy, Becky guided Hal back into the middle of their messy ring. Her massive chest shoved up against his, she gave him a loving, quick kiss on the lips, followed by a quiet "...mmh. Thanks, stud~". As if punch-drunk wasn't enough, why not add love-drunk to the mix?

Unfortunately, the kiss was only the precursor to the jaw-breaking uppercut that cracked his cheek. Blood and spit splattered high into the air as Hal's massive, juicy himbo body crashed to the mat. The count began, as Hal faded in and out of darkness...