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A right hook finishes the combination and she's stunned...

He shoots forward and fires a left hand into her mid-section...

...his brown-tan gloved missile lands in her rock-hard abs, just under her powerful arms, straight into the sweet spot. The blow lifts her upperbody upwards, spraying her sweat. Her face twists in anguish as the air leaves her lungs and sends her backwards.

Round 3 begins: the male boxer goes on the attack!

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The 2nd Round ends and the woman taunts her male opponent before they go to their corners...

"Come on, hombre! You gonna box me?!?" She flexes her muscles at him out of frustration at hearing the bell as things were getting interesting for her... She wants a fight! Both fighters breathe heavily: the adreneline is pumping!

Boom! Her left hook connects flush with the man's jaw.

His face contorts with the impact of the blow. The crowd gasps: could this be the blow that decides the match? DING! The round is over. The man is stunned but is still on his feet...

She throws a powerful left hook...

...the sound of the crowd is deafening as her brown tan gloved missile flies through the air towards it's target. 

...her right glove connects with his jaw.

His back collides with the ropes again and once more his sweat and saliva sprays into the air. She presses forward: her left hand cocked, her feet now firmly planted to power the next attack...

She follows up with a right...

Hurgh! She drives a powerful left into his liver...

After evading the man's blow, she seizes her chance to punish his unprotected ribs. As he quickly moves forward, she spins and uses her muscular thighs to power an uppercut, so brutal, it drives her glove upward into the man's liver with the force of an express train. The blow raises his upper body and as it comes down, his legs can hardly carry it's weight. He cries out, his mouthguard exposed as his face contorts with the pain. The sound of the woman's fist colliding into his muscular side explodes into the arena over the sound of the crowd. His back hits the ropes and he keeps his fight stance even though his face still shows the agony he's in. The woman presses forward, on him, determined inflict more damage. Her gloves shine: drenched in the man's sweat. She holds them high as she closes in, ready to throw punches...

He steps forward to deliver a crushing right-cross...

...but she moves her head to the side, making his tan leather missile fly past her right ear. He comes at her full pelt. Her right arm is low, still guarding her mid-section from further punishment, but her left is ready as she eyes up another sweet, muscled target... 

He fires a left to her mid-section

...the punch almost lifts her off the canvas and backs her up against the ropes. Her hands are high and her smooth toned physique is slick with sweat as the action continues. The tension in this fight is incredible. The man presses forward, looking for an opening as the arena erupts...

He responds with a right hand of his own... it's a fight!

His brown tan leather glove lands with a powerful thud which sends her saliva flying. Their closeness to ringside misted the patrons there with her sweat. The fighters stay in range eager to engage... the crowd, on the edge of their seats, cheer wildly.

...then a swift right finds it's mark.

Her glove connects with his jaw and snaps back his head. This slick combination draws loud cheers of approval from the crowd.

In Round 2 the fighters keep up their blistering pace...

...for the next few Rounds, the male and female boxers keep the pressure on. They bob and weave, finding openings and making the other pay for mistakes. The thuds of leather can be heard in the back rows as the spectators cheer the two warriors on. The woman crouches low and fires a left hand through the man's defence... 

In her corner... getting ready for Round 2.

The two muscular figures head back to their corners...

Round 1 finishes even. The fighters return to their corners, both now feeling the effect of the other's power. Sweat drips off their muscular bodies as steam begins to plume from the heat of their combat under the arena lights.

...left combination before the blow to her mid-section.

Right....

His bodyshot is thrown with menace.

She protects high, so he attacks low, driving his gloved fist in deep into her mid-section. The dull thud of his leather glove fills the arena and makes her cry out in pain. Her steel abs absorb the damage remarkably, but the blow takes it's toll. DING! The bell ends the first round... at this point, it's anybody's boxing match...

Jab to her face stops her in her tracks...

She saw her punches had hurt him and she goes in for the kill! She throws a wild left, but he evades it and counters with a solid left jab that stops her in her tracks. The wily male boxer then scores with a right, then another left to the head that makes her sweat spray the spectators at ringside: stunned, she raises her tan gloves to protect herself...

Then a powerful left cross to his jaw

The woman slips a right and counters with a powerful left to the man's jaw. She watches with interest what effect her power is having on him as the blow turns his head. He lets out another groan of pain as saliva and sweat fly off him. He puts up his guard and steps back to regroup, but she's on him...

Right uppercut to his body...

...BOOM!!! She steps in low and uses her powerful thighs to drive her right glove deep into his ribs. Just like her trainers told her to do. The man groaned in pain as the blow that made the air leave his lungs echoed throughout the arena. The crowd knew it hurt and roared with excitement.

Round 1: Swing & a miss...

The round is even. They bob and weave, firing shots: some thudding against muscle, others finding the smack of leather or thin air as the highly skilled fighters go to war in this boxing ring. The man throws an overhand left but she tilts her head to avoid it... she uses a split second to eye his exposed ribs, his sinewy muscle displaying a sweet target that she is so excited to destroy...

Trading blows...

As the two boxers come out for the 1st round, they set a fast pace, both using their jab successfully but also evading each other's blows well. The crowd cheer wildly as the thuds of their gloved fists fill the arena. The fighter's lean, muscular torsos shine under the harsh lights and the flashes of the reporter's cameras.

The fight begins: Round 1

The waiting is over.

The woman can't wait to feel the power of this male ex-champion in a competitive fight. She longs to see what effects her punches have on him too.

She wants to see him weaken under her power, destroying him piece by piece until the knockout blow. She's imagined his body sprawled out on the canvas, drenched in sweat, bruised and unconscious, from her powerful punches, his arms stretched out either side of him, his own gloved fists no longer able to protect him.

She is considered to have a cast iron jaw, and fists to match, but as her nickname, 'Svelt' suggests, she has the speed, moves and grace to dumfound her opponents and punish them with combinations, wearing them down with her devastating left hook.

Mouthpiece in, he stares at his female opponent...

... The anticipation for the first bell is always almost too much to bear, but tonight it's more.... he wants to feel the resistance of this woman's muscle against his gloved fists, he wants to feel her body give in and her sweat spray him as his powerful punches drive deep onto her body and jaw.

Then, suddenly: DING DING!

Her mouthpiece goes in...

She bites down on her mouthpiece and bangs her gloves together as she eagerly awaits the first bell...

She bites down on her mouthpiece and bangs her gloves together as she eagerly awaits the first bell...

She bites down on her mouthpiece and bangs her gloves together as she eagerly awaits the first bell...

The boxers disrobe and stand face to face.

Their eyes are locked in the centre of the ring as the referee gives them the rules of the fight. Their bodies glisten under the lights. The sound of their tan leather gloves hit could be heard throughout the arena as it was done with such force to show their power and maybe to get ahead in the psychological warfare before the first bell rings.

Her opponent makes his way to the ring.

The male boxer is a former Swedish National Champion. He's experienced, punches hard and fights rough.

The male boxer is a former Swedish National Champion. He's experienced, punches hard and fights rough. He's lost his last 2 fights, so some think at 32 years of age, his prime might have started to leave him: however in both losses, his opponents tasted the canvas so is still a danger to anyone, man or woman that shares the ring with him...