The plan is miserably failing, I started with such renewed confidence the round but all fell apart when Devon showed a better skill and proved that I can't really keep up with her powerful blows and body.
Her big breasts are mashing against mine, my body naturally bends behind her body punch but her left arm is forcing me up and I hang on it, leaving my body totally opened for her punches.
Devon's right glove smacks once again on my elbow and then up toward my tit.
I groan and grunt, expelling warm air from my opened mouth.
I need to do something or this is going to turn into a total slaughter.
I twist and shake my right arm while I push my left glove into her shoulder.
I try to push her away but she's fresher and with much more energies to spend, she easily blocks my attempt and uses her size advantage to bully me back into the corner
I try to push myself out but only to be reached by another couple of hooks aimed to my now broken belly and a uppercut that smashes my right tit.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHH"
Darrius is watching the scene, mesmerized by the muscles of her ass and back, clenched for the effort.
Then he finally steps in to stop her.
"Okay okay Devon, back off now.."
Devon is now so cocky and confident.
On a first moment she glares at him but then she backs off with a wide grin through her face.
"Emily, you okay? Can you continue?" He asks me with his hand on my cheek.
"Y..yes..." I gasp out, leaning heavily on the buckles behind me
"Alright, I'm giving you a standing eight count..." he says grabbing on my wrists "if you're not setting your guard, I'll call this over"
I nod at him as he starts to count. I take advantage at these seconds and try to clear up my view.
Only to see Devon walking around the ring, like marking her territory.
As the count reaches for 7, I lift up my gloves and nod at Darrius.
He hesitates a bit and then finally steps back
"Box!" Calling out
I step forward, guard up in front of my face. Devon also steps toward me and bouncing side to side, showing off how much energy she has left.
"Come on Emily, I'm here!" She taunts me
I try to swing a cross to her face, which is again easily deflected.
I try again but this time she ducks under my arm and I end staggering into her, only to be grabbed by her strong arm.
"You're fucking done Emily" she growls in my ear before pushing me back and following with fire in her eyes.
She feints to go low again but stopping at the last second and twisting sideways to deliver a huge uppercut to the base of my jaw
The impact echoes through the room.
My head snaps to the side with saliva flying off my mouth.
My body falls down on my side and rolls on my back like a big sack of potatoes.
Devon relaxes her muscles and steps in only to add more humiliation and places her foot on my face for a premature victory pose.
Darrius has a impressed look in his eyes, he hesitates a second before asking her to step away for the count.
Devon smiles and flexes her right bicep before stepping away, gloves on her hips as Darrius starts the count
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
I finally start to move and roll to the side and then on my chest
"SIX"
"SEVEN"
I push myself on my gloves and knees
DING
The bell rings, stopping the count.
On a first moment Devon looks frustrated, but then at the thought of more punishment, she licks her lip and steps back to her corner.
I push myself up by myself and move to the corner, only to slump down on on stool as the assistant gives me some water. I sip on the bottle and heavily gasp
"Lemme call it Emily, you can't go on" Darrius says to me
"I'm okay..." I say between gasps "just gimme one minute..."
He looks at the assistant and then steps back to mid ring to call the score
"Michaels 9
Addison 2"
I groan out, trying to fill my lungs of oxygen.
Devon didn't even sit on the stool, standing in her corner and flexing biceps for the cameras, turning to face the corner and flex some more
