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Another right for good measure...

The man reels from the blow...

...the force of it sending him stumbling towards the ropes. The sound of the thud and air escaping from her weaponisied leather glove had rang throughout the arena, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

The woman sees in the man's eyes that the punch had rocked him. She sees his reddened abs on display, destroyed: his arms low and heavy, not offering defense.

She senses his defeat, and follows him in hot pursuit, but this time, with her hands high, incase he has a surprise attack waiting for her like before...

The punch lands...

...the heavy blow lands with a thud, heard throughout the arena. The man's face contorts with the impact, spinning his head around and sending blood flying from the cut on his left eye...

Whoooosh!

Her muscles tense, her punch cuts through the air and a hundred flash-bulbs light up and for a second: time stands still...

She blocks his punch!

The woman's senses fire into action and her arm takes the blow: his wet leather glove slapping against her skin. Her sinews strain and she roars with determination... the arena lights emphasise the definition of her muscled legs and she throws back her right arm...

He lands another right!...

...he threw a left that hit her shoulder and she tries to tie him up, but this desperate right lands with a thud against her jaw, sending her stumbling to the ropes as her sweat rains down. The crowd are wild.

The man ambles forward: he can barely see through swollen eyes. His corner scream at him to take the fight to his female opponent and he's trying, but he's exhausted... He's gulping in deep breaths to get some oxygen to his muscles, his face contorts as he does, exposing his gumshield. He lifts his arms up, ready to throw more punches as he closes in...

But wait! The man jumps off the ropes with a right hand!

...he swings and it lands! Sofia grunts at the impact and tries to keep it together but she's stunned! The punch makes her taste blood. The man is ferocious: the look in his eyes is of a fighter that's got ONE chance. The woman is trying to defend herself but her arms are heavy and she struggles to keep them up! He swings and he swings in desperation, backing up his female opponent...

He staggers back into the ropes...

...holding onto them to steady himself. The ropes bounce him back and forth. She's on him straight away, giving him no chance to breathe: coming in close, she crouches, plants her feet, legs far apart, her muscular thighs tensing again...

She completes the combination with a huge right...

...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...

The punch lands deep into the man's jaw...

...she feels his resistance diminish at the impact of these blows and how his jaw moves and the extent of how his head turns, sending his saliva flying once more: He is weakening and she loves it. The excitement of her physical domination builds inside her, playing on her lips. The power she feels makes her imagine that her dark leather gloves are bombs that she must denonate on her male opponent. She eyes his abs, beaten red and destroyed from her lefts and rights... the marks on his face and how his once confident look has been punched out of him...

She swings a left with everything she's got...

...the slick, smooth dark leather of her glove shines like a mirror in the arena lights as once again, his jaw is under attack...

...then a right cross lands...

...his jaw is her target and it's being rocked! She's so strong that the man is struggling to mount any offensive of his own... her body twists and her muscular thighs tense to deliver these blows. The sweat of the two fighters glistens from the arena lights both on their bodies and as the blows send it flying through the air...

A left uppercut!....

...she delivers the blow, muscles straining, sweat flying...

SKETCH: Uppercut! Though the English Patrons at ringside jeer the female Spanish boxer tonight for some reason...;)

The punches keep flying...

...The boxers both grunt and groan as fists land, giving it everything they've got. He lands a clubbing left to the side of her head, but her right to his jaw seemed to have a greater effect...

Simultaneous blows land...

...her peach of a left lands flush on the man's jaw but he throws a right which tests her's too! The male boxer has withstood some punishment this Round, but he refuses to quit. The fighter's sweat and spit rain down on those at ringside and the crowd are deafening...

...then she throws an over-hand right

The punch finds it's target and it looks like her left is ready to go!...

...and then a left to the body...

...She drives the punch in with all her might, as sweat flies...

Bmmmff! Her brown leather glove smashes into his side...

... His feet almost leave the canvas and he groans as the air is knocked from his lungs. The thud echoed and the crowd are on their feet.

His back hits the ropes, bending them with the force of his weight...

...she plants her feet: her powerful thighs tensing to power her next attack. Like before, her eyes take a split second to find a muscled target...

She ducks a wild right...

...and pivots to the side. The man committed everything to the blow and falls forward towards the ropes, off-balance...

SKETCH: More coming in a few days! See you soon!

100 posts! Thanks to everyone at ringside with me!

He goes at her with everything he's got... his punches keep coming. The sounds of leather smacking against leather and drenched skin echo throughout: some miss, some hit her gloves or are deflected by her arms or glance past her shoulders. Bost fighters show the intensity of battle on their faces as if fighting for their survival. She moves and weaves, forcing the missed blows and taking the man's energy. The blows spray sweat from both fighters onto the patrons below.

Occasionally a blow would land to her body and Sofia could feel the power of the man's punches diminish: he was exhausted! His attacks had become wild and desperate. She knew she must now marshall all her remaining strength and go in for the kill.

SKETCH: of the 100th post!

The action is at fever pitch: the man bangs away at her body... some blows get through, some are blocked. Find out what's happening in the heat of this battle very soon...

He responds with a banging right...

...his glove thudding deep into her side. The thud, like many before, echoes throughout the arena. The crowd is at fever pitch: they see that both fighters are weary and off-balance. Sofia's face shows the pain she feels as the action moves close to the ropes...

She strikes like a coiled cobra...

...from her defensive shell, landing a right hand to the man's solid jaw, turning his head violently. The crowd cheer wildly and the patrons at ringside are mesmerised by the slugfest taking place a few feet away...

She closes up into a tight defence...

...the man throws lefts and rights with everything he's got. Sweat flies off them both. He connects with a right to the side of her head but she rolls her shoulders with the punches and bobs and weaves sending his leather-cased bombs whooshing past her, deflecting off her arms or being blocked by her gloves, smacking leather against leather...the crowd roar...

...he lands a right uppercut!

It's a powerful blow, that backs her up. She groans with the force of the blow and is driven back towards the ropes.

The male ex-champ scores first...

...with a right to the jaw that turns the women's head...

DING!! Round 7 is underway...

...they meet in the centre of the ring. They circle eachother as the deafening crowd look on...