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He leans forward in his corner, eyes locked with his opponent's...

...He takes her in, she's strong. He feels tired, that last round saw a shift in the balance of power and he knows everyone saw it. Especially her.

His coach chimes in:' You've got to keep up the pressure! Use your head! Wear her down with some clean shots. And for Christssake: keep your right hand up, she's hitting you with too many lefts!'

He summons all his energy and bangs his gloves together. His mouthpiece goes in and he rises for Round 7.

As she sits back in her corner, the seriousness resumes...

...in preparation for Round 7... she felt him weaken in those last seconds: her punches are taking their toll on the older male ex-champion and she wants a knockout!!!

The woman thrusts her mighty arms in the air...

...soaking up the adulation of the spectators AND the reporters as the flashbulbs still fire all around the ring, capturing their new heroine of the squared circle. 

This marks the first time the woman's expression was anything other than a steely-gazed determination.

The male boxer cuts a despondent figure in this moment, the events of the last few seconds causing him disbelief, if it weren't for the aching of his jaw.

The sight of the clinch lit the air...

...with the flashes of the paparazzi's cameras, which the Svelt Slugger met with a huge smile and a shake of her head to show them that the punch had no effect on her!!! This female warrior knew how to whip the crowd into a frenzy!!! The sound of the arena was deafening...

The cameras captured the saliva dripping from the male boxer's mouth. Whatever the outcome of this battle may be, he certainly looked to be in trouble at this point. The referee seperated the two boxers and they made their way back to their corners.

His punch threw his weight forward on unsteady legs

...and he stumbled towards his opponent into a clinch: his head pressed against her firm, glistening breasts. He was shaken. DING! The 6th Round comes to an end!

His ring-smarts made him launch a leaping return left hand that found it's mark...

...spraying the Svelt Slugger's sweat over the spectators at ringside. The punch to her jaw turned her head violently, but she recovered quickly: she had lots of energy left and loved a good brawl!

She follows with a left hook...

...that lands flush on his jaw with an immense thud and drives him back into the corner, his back crashing into the turnbuckles. He was hurt!

With split second timing, she makes him miss...

...His left glove an inch away as it flies by with devastating intent. Her counter uppercut explodes into his jaw, her thighs powering it as she leans back.

The man grunts with pain and the cameras continue to flash as his female opponent starts to get the better out of the exchange...

Two simultaneous blows...

...land as each fighter saw their chance. Their bodies react in milliseconds. They both stand strong, still toe to toe at the centre of the ring, both determined to withstand their opponent's punches and gain the upper hand. The cameras flash as the sound of leather thudding against flesh echoes throughout. Sweat flies as their heads swing round at each impact. The crowd are on their feet!...

She dances, he stalks...

...The woman is light on her feet, the man keeps the pressure on, moving forward, cutting off the ring. They're tired, but determined: trying desperately to come out with the edge in this round. Sofia moves gracefully to the right and suddenly plants her feet...

In a split second, she's on her toes in the centre of the ring...

...the man's punches have taken their toll, but her legs still have plenty of dance in them. The boxers circle eachother, guards high, toe to toe...

He follows with a powerful left hook...

...punishing her for trying to escape. The heavy blow rocks the female boxer and she heads for the centre of the ring with the man in hot pursuit. They'd both suffered damage from this even exchange, but there was to be no time to recover...

He lands a solid right hand...

...The lightning-quick counter sends her sweat flying into the air and over the patrons and reporters at ringside. The blow backs her into the ropes and she tries urgently to step to the side, away from danger. Now it's his turn to stalk his opponent...

He avoids a left hand...

...she throws it fast with the intent to knock him out, but he's quicker. He moves back as her dark leathered missile misses him by inches. He plants his feet at loads up his fists: his head is clear and he's in position...

Her right hook lands like poetry...

...Everything about it was beautiful: the balletic movement of her shoulders, her taut muscles straining as the blow lands against the resistance of the man's jaw. The trails of light from her smooth, drenched skin as the hot arena lights, along with the flashes of the reporters cameras, reflect off of her every motion. The explosion of sweat from the man's chiselled frame and disfigurement of his face. His neck swings round from the irresistable force.

For a split second, time almost stopped as the senses of all the patrons present processed the image they beheld, only for the deafening crowd and motion of the boxers to resume in an instant.... The fight continued...

She lands a stiff right jab...

...turning the man's head, sending spit and sweat flying...

Round 6 goes underway...

...the man paws at her, throwing jabs to establish the right distance. A blow bounces off her forehead, some she slips, another hits her upper chest. She stalks him, guarding with her left, her right low: looking for a chance, trying to get inside. What isn't clear yet, is how much either fighter has left...

Her mouth piece goes in...

...she stares at her male opponent across the ring, ready for battle. DING!

In the male boxer's corner, every second counts...

...his mid-section had been beaten red in that last round and he was feeling the effects of those blows. He's a fighter and has felt this pain before, so he steels himself to take the fight to his female opponent.

At the end of the Round, the fighters are worked on with great urgency by their corners...

The crowd still whistle and cheer in appreciation of the hard fought battle. Sofia's shoulders are being massaged: she's tired at first but the excitement of the knockdown has given her a second wind. Her senses fire up and she stares at her male opponent... she knows what to do: keep the pressure on...

7!..... The man uses the ropes to get onto his knees...

...the crowd don't know how he's managing to get to his feet. He's visibly in pain from the body blows, but he stands. The referee stops the count at 8, checks him over and signals for the fight to continue.

FLASHBACK: She celebrates with passion, the cameras still flashing...

...the arena is deafening and the female boxer tenses her arms in victory. She keeps her legs in position to preserve the moment as long as she can, their bodies drenched in sweat, the  vanquished man slowly sliding down her slick thighs. Sofia remembers the pleasure of the win, both as a fighter, but also sexually. It runs throughout her body. She felt empowered and she starts to feel that way again.

In the present moment, the referee counts, '5!..... 6!.....'

FLASHBACK: Sofia remembers how the final left hand rolled the man's eyes back and made his legs buckle...

...Sweat flies off him and he falls forward in spectacular fashion, falling between Sofia's legs: his arms hooking over each thigh. His head lolling downwards towards the canvas.

She remembers an explosion of sexual excitement wash over her as the arena lit up with the flashbulbs of the reporters at ringside, desperate to capture the incredible image in the ring.

Somewhere in the distance, back in the here and now, Sofia hears '3!..... 4!......'

1!..... 2!..... she breathes heavily. Her thoughts go to the last time she put a male opponent on the canvas...

...it was in a bout from the previous year. Her first professional fight against a man. That night, in the 4th Round, a left-right-left combination ended the bout. 

She visualises the aftermath of those blows with excitement...

He's down! He falls forward onto his hands and knees, unable to take anymore punishment.

After 5 unanswered blows, the man could only hit the canvas to escape. His face contorts with pain, taking in deep breaths to restore the oxygen in his lungs. The woman appears to almost stumble, sucking in air too, after giving everything she's got to that last attack. She seems stunned for a moment, like she couldn't believe her eyes, before heading towards a neutral corner for the referee to start the count.

The crowd roar. 

...but she manages to slam an uppercut to his solar-plexus.

She throws it with everything she's got, her powerful thighs driving all her weight into it. The man cries out in pain as the woman's tan gloved missile almost lifts him off the canvas. Her fist goes deep under his ribs, sending an explosion of sweat over her, covering her already drenched body. The man's legs wobble as his upper-body travels up and then starts to come down...

A left hook lands to his body...

...her arm swings round and her dark brown glove collides with his side. He holds her head to his body to try and stiffle her attack...

Two blows land...

...his back hits the ropes and he bounces off, due to the force. His left glove buries deep into her right breast, sending droplets of perfumed sweat pluming into the air. 

This doesn't register with her right now as a huge right hook that she aimed for his mid-section lands with devastating force. She sees how it distorted his body and the strain that showed in his face. The muscles in his torso are rock-solid, but the blow sent ripples throughout them. She knows his body is weakening, the resistance in these muscles being destroyed. 

The man grimaces in pain and steals himself for more punishment: his blow to her breast an instinct, almost accidental...

Then a huge over-hand left finds its target...

...her muscles tense to deliver the blow, that sends the man's sweat flying as the force turns his head. Sofia stalks him as he is driven backwards to the ropes...

A sweet uppercut...

...her dark brown leather bullet embeds itself deep into his ribs... her muscles are taut, her thighs powering her punch...