THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

Mike and Danielle know each other well.

They have boxed before. Several times.

But NEVER like this...

12:10 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I’ve been thinking about our last time…the last time we stepped into the ring and really let loose on each other, how raw it was. That feeling between heaven and hell…I want that intense wild slugfest between us. Who knows maybe the winner of it gets lucky

12:14 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I cannot forget you... our previous encounters have been so hot... we both gave it all and we busted each other badly... but today, in this New Orleans hidden and private gym, an old dustu ring awaits for us... we are going to settle things between us... I can't deny you are one of the strongest and the HOTTEST opponents I ever had... and I can't wait for the figth to begin... I arrive to the place and change... well actuallly get naked, put on my boxing boots and my gloves, and wait for you arrival...

12:21 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I soon found my way to this hidden and private New Orleans gym that you spoke of so highly. Things felt thick with excitement and tension. I knew it would be war between so need for the traditional tones of boxing. I arrived and immediately undid the knot of my jacket and spilled right out of my pants and revealed my bare thick, chubby body, as my 46DD size tits hung freely. I carried a bag with me, dropping it on the ground and immediately reached into it grabbing my gloves that I put on with a swiftness and bashed them together a few times before getting them adjusted right and climbed on into the ring. I wore only my gloves and boxing boots, as I found my corner of the ring and leaned back up against the old padded corner, arms draped over the ropes.

12:24 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I walk towards the center... calling you out to touch gloves... "here we are hon" I grunt as I shadowbox, moving my 6 ft and 200 lbs frame as I watch your sexy curvy black body... "you think you got what it takes for this?" I grunt smiling

03:15 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I smirk at you, hearing the sharpness of your punches as I watch you shadow box in the corner. “I’ve been waiting for my chance and finally it’s here and I’m gonna enjoy this every much.” She said with a grunt, as she moved out from the corner to meet you in the center of the ring. She bashed her gloves together, standing at 5’9” and weighing in at 320lbs for this heavyweight clash, I knew I was walking into a fight with big bad. “Let’s see if you can hang.” I say, as I extend my left glove out toward you.

09:07 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: PSH I bang your glove... smiling... "hang... I can do that... and send you to dreamland too sweetie" I say smiling... hard to conceal that my cock is hard as a rock for having you so close... hmmm this is definitely gonna be a good fight... I am ready to face you as I go to my corner and shadowbox a little more... we both are simply eager to box each other... bell ring DING DING

12:32 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: DING DING! The bell sounded and I immediately come out from my corner, guard up high, as I take my peek-a-boo guard and proceed forward swaying side to side moving toward you. I decide to act first not wanting you to set the pace early and fire off a stiff left jab at you face.

12:33 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: PFFFF yout jab lands on my guard... we get closer and we get to business... I USH USH drive a left hook-left hook into your ribs under your guard

12:47 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: UGH!!! I tried to adjust my guard to block it but the left hook buried itself deep into my ribs. I bite down onto my mouthpiece and fire back with a high left hook to your jaw. Things immediately picking up between us.

12:49 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: GUHH your shot slams my face hard... but I soak it... this is it... we are at war... no prisoners... I USH drive a left hook aiming to your ribs again and then USh a right cross flies towards your left eye

12:52 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: UGGGH! Your left hook again digs into my ribs but I absorb it by gritting my teeth into my mouthpiece, as I prepared to fire back but ate a right cross that catches me clean on my left eye. I felt the burn of your right gloves leather bite into my soft flesh but that only haulted me for a moment, as I throw a right hook to your ribs and left hook at your jaw.

12:55 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: we keep close UGH UGGHH your combo lands and smacks my ribs hard... then my jaw hurts... you don't reel back and neither do I... we both want war... no defense... total slugfest... so it is on... I USH USH drive a left hook.right hook into your body on your belly under your hot tits than bounce and drip sweat... then USH drive another cross right aiming to your busted eye again

13:03 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: UGH UGH UGGGH! This was what we wanted between us No Holds Barred, a total slugfest. With neither one of us giving ground it was clear that we gonna just tank punches and keeping coming forward. Your left hook again buries itself deep into my ribs, your right hook finds the softness of my belly with a thick thud, which caused my tits to bounce slightly, as I again ate your right cross that smashed into my left eye again. I could feel it tearing up, but I again grit my teeth and throw my own volley of battering punches, starting with a left hook to your stomach, following the left hook to your stomach with a short left uppercut to your face, then a right hook to your jaw, as I came with a right cross across your right eye.

13:06 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: UGH UGH UFFF UGHHH your combo slams my body and head HARD... drops of sweat fly all over... you hit my eye and it hurts... gonna have to soak it up... we almost simply take turns to smash each other as hard as we can... my right smacks your left side twice USH USH... then a left hook to your chin and a hard cross right smacking your eye again

21:29 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: UGGHHH!!!! Your left hooks smashes into my chin, turning my head and neck harshly sideways, as sweat droplets fell off me. I had to grit my teeth and bare it, as I ate another hard right cross to my swelling right eye. I bang your right ribs with a right hook and then a left hook to your jaw, as we continued to slug it out in the pocket at feverish pace.

09:01 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: UGH UGH your combo slams my gut and my face hard as sweat erupts and we both are getting really riled up... bite my mouthguard hard... lean forward and go low again aiming a series of hooks USH USH USH into your big body trying to weaken you

12:50 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: It’s a war between us of who can keep on their feet longer. Each hook found a hefty piece of my body, as grunts and groans were ripped from my throat, sweat droplets cascading from off my thick figure. UGH UGH UGH UGH….i felt each hook you land with a biting force behind it. I knew I couldn’t let you gain a footing, so I lashed back, pressing my head into your thick meaty neck and shoulder while I throw a series of hooks of my own to your big body.

16:11 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you eat my punches adn come closer, colliding with me... your hot big tits press agains my chest as our sweat mixes... UGH UHG UHGGG you slam my body hard with your hooks... you hit like a jackhammer.... you are a brutal boxer and I love that... "got more for you babe... right here" I grunt as I USH USH slam your face with two short cross right punches then USH fire another left hook slamming your ribs hard

12:37 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: You’re such a tank, again you eat my punches with a show of glee on your face. “UGGH UGGGGHHH!! You slam in two short crosses into my face that twist my head viciously, as the sweat droplets fell off my body, and spit flying from out my mouth, as I groan when your left hook found my ribs yet again causing me to grimace in pain. I felt my big tits press against your massive chest, as we stayed in tight, trying to really smother one another. I threw a right hook to your ribs and then a second right hook to the side of your face/eye.

12:38 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: UGH UGGGh your blows slam my gut an face hard... my cheek is a bit bashed... gut hurts... but I don't step back.... I simply push feeling your hot tits as outr sweat mixes... pusihng hard... grunting as your breath feels on my shoulder... release my right and USH USH hammer your ribs again with strong hooks

12:48 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: My smirk widened when my hooks slammed home, the satisfying THUMP-THUMP of leather meeting flesh echoing off your ribs. I could feel the shock ripple through your opponent’s frame, the way your body jolted under the punishment. “UGGGGHHH UUUGGGGGHHHH!” I groaned, my breath hitching with each hook as your fists dug deep into my ribs — each rib-rattling blow drawing a fresh spray of sweat off their glistening bodies. I felt my mouthpiece wanting to erupt from my mouth, but I desperately chopped down onto it, as I reared back my left and shoved it low in a uppercut to your gut, not once but twice, as I swung a tight short right hook to your jaw.

12:49 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as you get hit by my gloves I feel you grunting..... but you UGH UGHHHH come back hard and your gut punch hurts but your right hook actches me completely jerking my head upwards... blinking try to put my guard up again

12:51 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: Finally it happened…I have rattled you enough. I truly didn’t know how much longer my body was gonna hold or how much more it would’ve taken to get you there and I press after desperate to keep you on the back foot, as I throw an overhand right to the side of your face.

12:59 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: confused I cannot duck and your glove UGHHHHH slams my face brutally and my legs give... as drops of sweat fly I simply cannot stand and I fall to my left side slamming the canvas hard... I roll until I am head down... lift myself a little shaking my head

13:03 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: A knock down…I immediately restrained myself from instinctively jumping on you and pulled myself away and back to a neutral corner where I laid back first up against the padded corner, draping my arms over the ropes, as sweat dripped from my massive chubby figure.

13:12 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: dripping sweat I shake my head again... I lft myself to all fours and then hold the rope and get up... lift my eyes and fix them on yours... pound my gloves together PSH PSH... "c'mon"... "let's go on hon" I grunt putting my guard up

13:19 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: As I expected…I should’ve figured that one punch wasn’t gonna separate you from your consciousness, so I had to chain few more punches together. I banged my gloves together and nodded with an excited grin on across my face, as I came forward from the corner at you, putting my guard up. I step and throw a battering ram left hand at your guard trying to break through.

09:23 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as we start again I move forward, gloves up... you PFF slam my guard hard... I lock my eyes on yours... I see you are a bit doubtful... you knew that would not be enough to KO me but you expected it deep inside you...but at the same time you crave the gruelling bout this is gonna be... your lefy is stopped in my guard and I sidestep to my right getting closer and USH firing a hard cross right aiming to your left eye

12:45 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: My jab jolt against your guard, as your right cross lands flush against my left eye, my head snapping slightly to the side. I stumbles a half-step, my breath caught in my throat—not from the power, but the precision. My eye flares with a sharp throb, and my stance falters just enough to show the first crack. “Nnnh” I grunts, blinking hard, the blurred edge of her vision making the ring feel suddenly smaller. I looked to reset, keeping my guard is up, but my left is sluggish, protecting the swelling eye as you circle.

12:55 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I see you felt the punch to your eye... you got a problem there... I get closer as you cover your swelling eye... I go down and USH USH fire a left hook- right hook against your ribs, two sides... then USH USH straight punches aiming to your gut trying to make you lower your guard

13:01 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I grits her teeth as your hooks slam into her ribs—first the left, then the right— “Gghh!!” My body jolts with each blow, the dull thuds echoing off her sides. I try to twist away, but you’re in tight, relentless. Then— USH! USH! Two piercing straights dig into my gut. The first lands just below my sternum, forcing a sharp breath from my lips. The second drives even deeper, folding me slightly as my arms instinctively drop to shield my stomach. “Huuhh—!” A spray of sweat flies from my chin as my knees buckle an inch. I instinctively try to take a step back, but my feet drag sluggishly now. My left eye’s nearly shut, my breath ragged, ribs aching with a raw throb beneath my tightening core. I bites down, hard, and with a snarl, I clinch—not gracefully, more like a drowning woman grabbing onto a lifeline. My gloves wrap around your arms, trying to slow the barrage, pressing my body close to yours. “Hnnn… not done,” I growls into your ear, voice low and winded.

13:03 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you clinch ughhhhhh I feel your hot weight agaisnt my body... you growl low... panting... you try to hold my arms... as our sweat mixes we push against each other... my head on your shoulder as I feel our hearts throb from the closeness and the excitement of the fight... we are slippery... dripping sweat... I am able to release my right from your grip and before you can protect yourself I USH USH drive a pair of short right punches against your injured eye to hurt you more

13:06 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I grunt as your body presses into mine, the heat between us unbearable—sweat-slick, trembling, alive. I can feel your heart pounding against my chest, thudding in rhythm with mine, like war drums echoing in a storm. I try to lock your arms down, to control you, but you twist and slip against me like a ghost through smoke. I blink hard—my left eye’s pulsing, stinging—and then I feel it. USH! USH! “Aaagh!!” I cry out as your right hand breaks free and slams into my swollen eye again, twice—sharp, cruel punches that rock my head and flood the socket with fresh pain. My grip loosens, my legs wobble for a split second, and my head jerks back with a gasp. I stumble out of the clinch, covering my face, blinking fast, but my vision is smeared now—half-darkness and fire in one eye. My breath is loud, ragged, desperate. I can feel you coming, but my reactions are off, my body a second too slow. I’m hurting. Worse—I know you can see it. My glove trembles as I bring it up, blinking furiously through the blur clouding my vision. My ribs scream, my gut is tight, and my eye feels like it’s on fire—but I’m still here. You’re stepping in again, I feel it more than I see it, your confidence radiating like heat. I snap my left arm out—a desperate jab, thrown more from instinct than control. “Stay back!” I snarl through clenched teeth, the jab smacking against your shoulder, not clean, not sharp—but enough to make you pause. I stagger a step to the side, circling, trying to reset, sucking in air like it’s slipping away from me. My left hangs lower now, trembling. My legs feel heavy, like the canvas itself is trying to drag me down. But my eyes—one bloodshot, the other swollen—are locked on you. “You… gotta earn it,” I growl, voice raw. I raise my right glove again. It’s not pretty—but I’m not giving you the finish. Not yet.

13:11 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my precise punches do their trick... you whince in pain... you step back on wobbly legs and UGHHH slam my chest with a solid jab to keep me away... you are brave... you are not falling yet even you are in dire pain... as you grutn your taunt I punch my gloves together PSH PSH... my cock so fucking hard... you are a mess of sweat and curves... you guard is a bit low... I study you... looking for the best way to bring you down... and I know how to send you to the canvas... so I stay, gloves up, calling you out... "come on sweetie... show me what you are made of... step forward... and see if you can punch me"

13:16 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I hear your words…taunting, laced with lust and confidence and they burn in my ears even more than the pain in my ribs, my eye, my gut. I’m breathing through my teeth, trembling, aching, but goddamn it—I’m still standing. My chest rises and falls, soaked in sweat, every breath a battle. My swollen eye barely opens, but I see you…those gloves up, that cocky smirk, that hunger in your eyes. You think I’m finished. You think I’m about to fold. I raise my right hand slowly, shaking, and flick the back of it against my busted lip. Blood. Pain. Pride. “You want me to come to you?” I rasp, taking one heavy step forward. “You think I can’t?” I square my shoulders. My guard is messy, my body a wreck, but I dig deep. My thighs tighten, my core locks, and I push forward again. “I’m gonna shut that mouth for you.” Then I launch a not so clean, not so elegant, but it carrier my passion…I throw a looping overhand right aimed straight at your smug, calling face. Let’s see if you really want this fight.

13:21 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you just jump at my words... you still got some stamine left...you are on fire... you come at me like a raging bull... you simply growl and attack like a fucking berserk warrior...but I am ready ... as you come at me your punch is easy to see from a mile away... your overhand comes making the air shussshhhhh as it comes... but I am ready... I lift my left glove stopping it and as your arm is extended I simply twist my hips and buckle my knees adding maximum power to a brutal USH upper right aimed directly against your chin as your tits bounce and drip sweat...

13:24 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I feel it the moment my punch meets your glove—dead stop—and my whole arm jolts from the impact. Shit. Before I can even pull back, I see your body twist—hips snapping, knees bending, that brutal windup I know too damn well. I try to tuck my chin, but it’s too late. USH!! Your uppercut detonates under my chin like a bomb. My head snaps back violently, and for a heartbeat, there’s nothing. Just black. My legs buckle and I stumble back a step, then another, tits swaying wildly, sweat flying off me in thick drops. My mouth falls open, gasping, lips quivering. I can taste copper. I don’t even know if my gloves are up anymore. My body tilts to one side, knees wobbling, eyes flickering like the lights just went out in the hallway of my mind. I don’t fall… not yet. But I’m reeling. My balance gone. My pride dangling by a thread. “Ghhuuhh…” I stagger, somehow still up, every nerve in my body screaming. I’m a mess. A beautiful, battered, furious mess. And I know you’re coming.

13:34 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: perfect counter.... my blow simply SLAMS your chin so hard that drops of sweat fly upwards as your head is jerked back... you remain on your feet... grunting... groggy... your eyes look forward without seeing, blinking... you breath and your big tits heave as you suck air trying to come back to the fight... your gloves are low... you put them forward blindly... my energy goes up watching you trembling and whincing... then I jump forward and jerk my right arm again and USSH throw a hard right hook aiming to your left temple trying to slam it hard as I can

13:38 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I can barely hear anything over the rush in my ears—just a roar of blood, pain, and sheer will. My head is swimming, chin burning from your uppercut, vision a jittering blur. I blink fast, trying to focus, to anchor myself, but everything’s tilted, spinning. I raise my gloves, slow and shaky, more instinct than intent. My breasts rise and fall with every desperate breath, sweat streaming down them, dripping from my jaw. I see shapes, movement—but not clearly. My legs feel like they belong to someone else. Then I feel you again—your presence crashing in like a wave. “Nh—wait…” I try to brace, but it’s too late. USSH!! Your hook slams into the side of my head—crack!—and my whole world shifts. My jaw swings wide, mouth open in a silent gasp, and my knees finally fold. The blow blasts the strength from my legs and I drop to one knee, a hand reaching for the canvas as my body slumps sideways, trying to catch itself. My glove scrapes the mat. My breath rasps. One eye open, the other swelling shut, I sway there—down, but still conscious, somehow. Gasping. Glaring. Bleeding. Refusing.

13:45 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you are hit totally dead on... WHUKKKKK I can feel the brutal impact... as sweat flies you stumble trying to stay up... you finally fall forward, landiing on one knee and skamming the canvas with your glove... as your sweat drips you stay there like kneeling before me... your sweat and specks of blood from your busted eye start dripping on the canvas... I take two steps back... no count... you get up or not... this will be a KNOCKOUT ending... decissive and clear... no counts needed when true fighters face each other in the ring... in my mind I am thinking "get up get up get up" because I WANNA go on and simply DESTROY you tonight in this ring

13:51 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: WHHHUUHHH… I kneel there, glove pressed to the canvas, sweat raining off my chin, mixing with the slow trickle of blood from my eye. My body trembles—shoulders rising and falling like I’m pulling air from the bottom of the ocean. My mouth hangs open, lips stained red, jaw aching from your last shot. One eye barely open. The other? Nearly shut. The mat beneath me feels cold now. Not from the air… but from the weight of what just happened. I should stay down. Every nerve in my body is screaming for stillness. My legs don’t want to move. My ribs are bruised, stomach cramped, my head pounding like a war drum. You could end it here—take the win. And no one would doubt it. But then I hear you breathe. I feel your stare, hot and electric, begging for more. That bloodthirsty silence. That twisted hope. “Get up… get up…” you think. And I do. With a ragged snarl through gritted teeth, I force myself up. One boot planted. Then the other. I rise, shaky but burning—like a damn phoenix dragging itself out of the flames. I sway, but I square my shoulders. Gloves up again. Crooked. Bloody. Beautifully broken. And I glare at you thinking to myself, “He hellbent on destroying me? Good, I wanna destroy him too.” I rasp, spitting a thread of red onto the mat. “Come on.”

13:58 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you get up... fulfilling my wish... slowly... but you get up... you plant your feet on the canvas... I nod... as you lefit your gloves i nod... as you lift your bashed face and look at me I nod... this is really what we live for... "you want more... "I say smiling... poound my gloves together PSH PSH... "I got MORE for you!!" I grunt... "come here and eat some more leather honey" I say... I am ready

02:09 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I see you nod… and I feel it. That sick, shared love we both carry—this brutal, beautiful war we’re dragging each other through. My knees still tremble, my eye is nearly swollen shut, blood tickling the corner of my lip. But when you pound your gloves together—PSH PSH—something sparks in me. I smile. Not pretty. Not clean. A crooked, bloody, defiant grin. One only a real fighter could wear. I drag in a breath through my nose, chest heaving as I raise my gloves again, shoulders raw with pain, but still up. Still fighting. Still mine. “You want me to eat leather?” I spit to the side and wipe my mouth with my wrist. “Then you better serve it hot.” I take one step forward. Then another. Slow. Heavy. Measured. Then I charge—no hesitation, just fire—gloves tight, body aching, but every step fueled by something pure. I duck low and snap a left hook toward your ribs, not pretty but mean, then swing my right up for your chin, hoping to shake that smug grin off your lips. You said you had more? So do I.

08:55 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you come forward... and I want this to be an epic slugfest... no defense... just brutal punching until one of us simply FALLS... hmmmm legendary... you look so hot... all covered in sweat and blood... a warrior... my cock simply gets so damn hard... as you come I brace myself and UGHHH your blow slams my ribs hard... then GUHHH your right slams my chin and I can feel your strength behind it... sweat flies... bt I don't step back... I soak them punches... I stand... we are close again... "you want it HOT... you got it suga" I grunt... I USH fire a left hook aiming to your ribs slamming your sweaty body hard... then USH fire a hard upper right aiming to your chin agan

11:21 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: CRACK—GUHH!! Your hook blasts into my ribs and I jolt, my body folding slightly, breath hissing between my teeth. My sweat-soaked skin slaps against yours as we’re locked in this boiling-hot warzone, no space, no room for retreat—just violence. Then WHAM—your uppercut crashes under my chin again, snapping my head back for a split second, sweat and spit spraying from my mouth. My body stumbles in place, trembling—but I don’t fall. I won’t. We’re chest to chest, soaked and wrecked, breathing fire into each other’s mouths. Your heat presses into mine, your cock throbbing against my hip through the grind of this sick, beautiful slugfest. I grunt, my voice a ragged growl, “I said hot—I didn’t say I was gonna burn alone.” I throw my body into you, shoulder bumping hard, and USHHH—a short, savage right hook slams against your jaw. Not clean—dirty. Desperate. But it lands. I follow with a left uppercut, low and cruel, smashing just under your ribs, trying to make your legs twitch, your breath stutter. I want you to feel it. Not just in your body—in your soul. This is the part where legends bleed.

11:26 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as my gloves slam your body and face you whince again... you mmove forward stumbling and almost clinch again but suddenly GHUGGGG slam my chin so hard with your hook... then UGHHH my ribs ache when your glove hits... breathing hard... but soaking the punches... you want me to feel... I want you to fall... we grunt and struggle so close... I USH UHS USH hammer your ribs repeatedly with left-right-left hooks and then USH fire a brutal right aiming to your busted eye again

12:40 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: Your punches come in fast and heavy—USH USH USH—each hook to my ribs drawing out raw, guttural gasps from deep in my core. “Gghhh!!” My whole body jerks with each one, my stomach convulsing, ribs screaming, my breath hitching and breaking in short, desperate bursts. And then— USH!! The shot to my eye explodes like a flashbang—my head snaps to the side, the pain flaring white-hot as my busted eye closes on instinct, swelling tighter. I stumble sideways, nearly crumpling, one glove dropping, barely holding myself up. I’m swaying, broken open, sweat pouring off me, every inch of my body soaked, battered, shining in blood and defiance. My lips are trembling, my jaw slack, chest heaving with wild breath. But somehow—I step back in. Half-blind. Barely upright. And still swinging. “Hnhhh… n-not yet…” I whisper, voice ragged and shaking. Then I snap my left glove up in a brutal uppercut to your solar plexus, trying to cut your breath in half—trying to make you feel that cold panic. “F-fall for me…” I grunt, throwing my whole body into a looping right cross toward your jaw. Desperation. Fire. Glory. We’re not fighting anymore.

12:48 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my punches rattle you hard.... I sock your eye and you whince and stumble.... but you coem back in a sweaty blood mess of tits and gloves... UGHHHH your brutal blow to my chest almost makes me gag and as I look for a breath GHUGHH you slam my jaw dead on with a devastating right... sweat flies... my mouthguard almost out... you are simply amazing... a boxing machine... spit dripping from my mouth loring my face as I blink... gughh... head a bit wobbly... legs hold... but the brutal pounding is starting to take its toll.... but I am not fall... "no... y-you gonna f-fall!!" I grunt defiantly... we are close... our gloves trembling... but both are on our feet... move closer and USH fire another heavy left hook aiming to your busted ribs... and then a brutal right cross USHH flies aimed to your jaw putting all my weight behind it

12:51 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: I feel your breath on my face—hot, ragged, laced with pain and fury. You’re hurting. I see it. Your eyes blink slow, your mouthguard hanging half-out, spit trailing down your chin. But somehow, just like me, you refuse to drop. Then—USH! “AAAGHHH!!” Your left hook smashes into my ribs, and my whole side explodes with fire. My body folds in, twitching from the impact as I let out a choking grunt. My legs scream, buckling for a split second— And then BOOM—your right cross detonates across my jaw, snapping my head sideways so hard I swear I see the lights above us shatter. My legs stagger… but I don’t fall. Blood drips from my lip. My ribs feel shattered. My jaw’s loose. But I’m still upright, shaking, dripping in sweat and pain—but upright. I pant hard, trembling, our gloves brushing—barely raised now, just enough to pretend we still have guard left. Your words echo in my ears. “No… y-you gonna f-fall!!” My head tilts slowly back toward you, one eye swollen shut, the other locked on you with pure rage. “N-not before you do…” I dig deep. From the floor of my soul, I roar as I twist my hips and send a savage left hook right back into your ribs—full rotation, all heart. Then, like a piston, I swing a brutal overhand right—aimed straight for your temple. No finesse. No fear. Just raw destruction. Whoever stays standing after this… earns the goddamn crown.

12:59 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: GURHHH your hook slams my ribs hard... feel something giving up there... whince in pain as my side burns... then GUGHGGGGG your brutal punch hits my temple hard... my head goes woozy... blinking... stumble to my side... my gloves fall to my sides for a moment... then fighting instinct takes over... as my head palpitates I blindly lift my gloves... see your big form in front of me... I move forward... there is not much left... only pure rage... only the will to win... I USH fire a left hook aiming to your body... trying to make it hard... and then USH try to slam your left eye again with anoother right cross punch aiming to where I think your face is... there... that is all I have left... if you don't fall... I fall

13:05 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: My hook caves into your ribs and I feel it—something gives. Your body jerks, your head reels from my right, and for a second, just one second, I think I’ve cracked you. I see your gloves drop. I see your legs falter. I see it—the edge of victory. And I lunge in, blood in my mouth, fire in my eyes, ready to finish it. But then—you move. Out of instinct. Out of madness. Out of that last shard of pure, stubborn will. USH!! Your left hook slams into my body, right below my bruised ribs, and I cry out—a breathless, raw noise ripped from my gut. My body seizes, lungs struggling to pull in air through the pain. And then—USH!! Your right cross finds my eye. My bad eye. “GHHUUHH!!” White pain explodes. My head snaps back, and the world tilts violently. My knees dip—I’m going down. I feel my body tipping— But somehow—at the last possible second—I counter. With a half-blind snarl, I twist my hips, my whole body screaming, and launch a desperate right uppercut from below, slamming it upward toward your jaw just as you’re still finishing your last punch. My glove cuts through the sweat between us like a blade. This is it. No more footwork. No more plans. Just heart. Just love. Just the last punch before the fall.

13:09 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as my glove connects with your face by pure luck you simply UGHGHGHGHGHGHG slam my chin with your upper... it is a perfect punch... the final punch... it cuts my lights out like a switch... head jerked back as my mouthguard flies upwards... sweat splashing... my legs simply die and I fall slamming the canvas SHUMMMM... totally devastated, looking blindly upwards... my arms move a bit... in slow motion... like if I was still on my feet... but I am down... and out... totally knocked out

13:11 Da_Destroyer_Cometh: The moment my uppercut lands—UGHGGHH!!—I feel it in my bones. The connection is clean, devastating, final. Your chin snaps up, your mouthguard launching into the air like a white flag of surrender, sweat bursting off your face in a shining halo. Then—SHUMMMM. You crash to the canvas, your body folding like a puppet with cut strings. I stagger forward, arms heavy, chest heaving, barely catching myself on the ropes as I watch you collapse. You’re sprawled out, flat on your back, eyes open but empty, arms twitching like your body hasn’t realized yet it’s all over. The silence hits like a wave. No need for a count. No need for a ref. I take one shaky step toward you, blood dripping from my busted lip, one eye swollen shut, heart pounding so hard it hurts. I look down at you—your beautiful, ruined body still glistening in sweat, your strength now motionless. I whisper through cracked lips, barely audible, “You wanted a war… you got one.” Then I drop to my knees. Not in celebration—just because I’ve got nothing left. Only the victory. And the silence of the ring.

13:16 MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: THE END