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After a turbulent first two rounds, being beaten into the corner and dazed by the kiss, it was time to throw caution to the wind. No way was she gonna beat me...

I meet her in the middle and offer my glove, ready to destroy her, smirking down at her confidently. After we tap gloves, the bell rings and I launch on the offensive, rushing her down with crosses and hooks. Through blocked them, I managed to beat her back to the ropes, growling with exertion as I lay into her. She lunges for a clinch and ties up with me, before I plant a passionate kiss on her lips, using her confusion to my advantage as I pummel her gut.

A few rounds pass and after a lot of back and forth, we were both beaten and bloody. I slump against the corner, staring her down across the ring, panting heavily as I am running on empty and could tell that she was, too. We head to the centre to meet for the final time in the match, tapping gloves but exchanging no words. She launches an all out attack, pummelling me with hooks and jabs, beating me back into my own corner almost instantly. My muscular arms slump over the ropes, leaving me completely exposed, before she starts to destroy my gut, making me sputter bloody saliva over my chest. I force myself out and into a clinch, pressing my chest against her breasts and holding her close, making out with her passionately as she hammers me more. She breaks the kiss and sends a devastating cross to my jaw, sending me down with my bloody mouthguard bouncing off the canvas shortly after. My body ached and I couldn't get up, laying down on the blood-splattered canvas as the crowd count with the referee.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the match, but rather than celebrate her victory or gloat, the Champion did something unexpected. She took off her gloves, throwing them down, before getting on top of me. She took mine off and tossed them aside, before kissing me passionately as she laid on top of my beaten body. Her hand cups my cheek as we kiss, while mine stroke down her glistening and toned back, sharing the kiss as we knew that sparks were flying between us. Our friendly rivalry had blossomed into something much more...

Mitch is my OC
Alice belongs to cultist1995
Art by my friend Jomar
www.instagram.com/p/CUd666ypOO…

Description
After a turbulent first two rounds, being beaten into the corner and dazed by the kiss, it was time to throw caution to the wind. No way was she gonna beat me...

I meet her in the middle and offer my glove, ready to destroy her, smirking down at her confidently. After we tap gloves, the bell rings and I launch on the offensive, rushing her down with crosses and hooks. Through blocked them, I managed to beat her back to the ropes, growling with exertion as I lay into her. She lunges for a clinch and ties up with me, before I plant a passionate kiss on her lips, using her confusion to my advantage as I pummel her gut.

A few rounds pass and after a lot of back and forth, we were both beaten and bloody. I slump against the corner, staring her down across the ring, panting heavily as I am running on empty and could tell that she was, too. We head to the centre to meet for the final time in the match, tapping gloves but exchanging no words. She launches an all out attack, pummelling me with hooks and jabs, beating me back into my own corner almost instantly. My muscular arms slump over the ropes, leaving me completely exposed, before she starts to destroy my gut, making me sputter bloody saliva over my chest. I force myself out and into a clinch, pressing my chest against her breasts and holding her close, making out with her passionately as she hammers me more. She breaks the kiss and sends a devastating cross to my jaw, sending me down with my bloody mouthguard bouncing off the canvas shortly after. My body ached and I couldn't get up, laying down on the blood-splattered canvas as the crowd count with the referee.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the match, but rather than celebrate her victory or gloat, the Champion did something unexpected. She took off her gloves, throwing them down, before getting on top of me. She took mine off and tossed them aside, before kissing me passionately as she laid on top of my beaten body. Her hand cups my cheek as we kiss, while mine stroke down her glistening and toned back, sharing the kiss as we knew that sparks were flying between us. Our friendly rivalry had blossomed into something much more...

Mitch is my OC
Alice belongs to cultist1995
Art by my friend Jomar
www.instagram.com/p/CUd666ypOO…