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DING! DING!

Now it was Kandi's turn to collapse in her corner. She stretched out her legs, letting her giant black feet turn upwards, and hung her arms at her side. Her breast heaved like a bellows, desperate for oxygen, as her cornermen forced water in to her and cooled her down. Pain radiated throughout her entire body and tears finally began to roll down her cheeks.

Across the ring, Liz could see the state a single round had taken on her opponent and a malevolent smile crossed her lips.

"Payback, bitch!"

ROUND 6

Kandi's legs were shaky and her fists hovered around her waist. Liz knew that if she wanted to end this fight, now was the time!

She quickly cut off three quarters of the ring from Kandi, peppering the girl's face with jabs. Kandi tried to defend, but it was pointless. Liz feigned left, which caused the beaten black girl to turn right, where she was met with a vicious right hook perfectly aimed at her jaw.

Kandi's eyes rolled back into her head and her fists dropped as she hunched forward. Only the length of her big feet kept her upright, an ebony punching bag for Liz to abuse.

Liz's left uppercut caused Kandi to tumble back into her corner, her arms wrapping around the top rope. She was helpless as Liz continued to beat her, punch after punch landing into Kandi's already bruised cheeks. Uppercuts to the belly forced the black fighter back against the turnbuckle, several nearly folding her in half.

Liz eyed the beaten girl in front of her and grinned. She feigned a punch to the face and followed up with a thunderous punch to Kandi's left boob. Kandi shrieked in pain as Liz began to thrash the black breasts in front of her.

"You call those titties?" Liz taunted, beating Kandi's soft breasts. "More like mosquito bites!"

Liz finished off the flurry with an uppercut to the jaw. Kandi's head dropped forward, but Liz tilted it up with her glove.

"Who's the bitch now?" Liz spit at Kandi. "Say it! Say you’re my bitch!"

Kandi's face was bruised and puffy, blood trickled from her nose, her stomach was on fire and her knees were knocking. Tears stained her face.

"… I … I-I'm …. Y-Your … B-Bitch..."

Liz actually smiled, satisfied. She reared back and flattened the black boxer's face with a right hook. She then stepped out of the way as Kandi flopped down face first to the mat, her body a lifeless ragdoll. Liz sneered and ground her bare foot against Kandi's head before going to another corner. The count was academic.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! KNOCKOUT!"

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd was on their feet as the referee raised Liz's tired arm in victory. She turned to the audience and flexed her muscles, showing off the guns that had won her the fight. No one in the crowd even noticed as EMTs helped the broken body of Kandi onto a stretcher.

"Get that shit out of my ring!" Liz screamed. "I told you! I told you bitch! YOU CAN'T HANDLE A REAL WOMAN!"

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Once again I can't thank my dear friend SweeterScience for including me in yet another project. Kandi wanted a rematch and I gave her one...and I was STILL more then she could handle. I guess she didn't realize that not only can I dish out a beating but I can take one as well...and to her credit she gave me a hell of a beating in this fight, she just couldn't finish me off and put me down for good.

Please visit my friend at his page and check out more of his fantastic style of artwork...and honey, thank you so much once again.

Description
DING! DING!

Now it was Kandi's turn to collapse in her corner. She stretched out her legs, letting her giant black feet turn upwards, and hung her arms at her side. Her breast heaved like a bellows, desperate for oxygen, as her cornermen forced water in to her and cooled her down. Pain radiated throughout her entire body and tears finally began to roll down her cheeks.

Across the ring, Liz could see the state a single round had taken on her opponent and a malevolent smile crossed her lips.

"Payback, bitch!"

ROUND 6

Kandi's legs were shaky and her fists hovered around her waist. Liz knew that if she wanted to end this fight, now was the time!

She quickly cut off three quarters of the ring from Kandi, peppering the girl's face with jabs. Kandi tried to defend, but it was pointless. Liz feigned left, which caused the beaten black girl to turn right, where she was met with a vicious right hook perfectly aimed at her jaw.

Kandi's eyes rolled back into her head and her fists dropped as she hunched forward. Only the length of her big feet kept her upright, an ebony punching bag for Liz to abuse.

Liz's left uppercut caused Kandi to tumble back into her corner, her arms wrapping around the top rope. She was helpless as Liz continued to beat her, punch after punch landing into Kandi's already bruised cheeks. Uppercuts to the belly forced the black fighter back against the turnbuckle, several nearly folding her in half.

Liz eyed the beaten girl in front of her and grinned. She feigned a punch to the face and followed up with a thunderous punch to Kandi's left boob. Kandi shrieked in pain as Liz began to thrash the black breasts in front of her.

"You call those titties?" Liz taunted, beating Kandi's soft breasts. "More like mosquito bites!"

Liz finished off the flurry with an uppercut to the jaw. Kandi's head dropped forward, but Liz tilted it up with her glove.

"Who's the bitch now?" Liz spit at Kandi. "Say it! Say you’re my bitch!"

Kandi's face was bruised and puffy, blood trickled from her nose, her stomach was on fire and her knees were knocking. Tears stained her face.

"… I … I-I'm …. Y-Your … B-Bitch..."

Liz actually smiled, satisfied. She reared back and flattened the black boxer's face with a right hook. She then stepped out of the way as Kandi flopped down face first to the mat, her body a lifeless ragdoll. Liz sneered and ground her bare foot against Kandi's head before going to another corner. The count was academic.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! KNOCKOUT!"

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd was on their feet as the referee raised Liz's tired arm in victory. She turned to the audience and flexed her muscles, showing off the guns that had won her the fight. No one in the crowd even noticed as EMTs helped the broken body of Kandi onto a stretcher.

"Get that shit out of my ring!" Liz screamed. "I told you! I told you bitch! YOU CAN'T HANDLE A REAL WOMAN!"

*********************************************************************************************************************

Once again I can't thank my dear friend SweeterScience for including me in yet another project. Kandi wanted a rematch and I gave her one...and I was STILL more then she could handle. I guess she didn't realize that not only can I dish out a beating but I can take one as well...and to her credit she gave me a hell of a beating in this fight, she just couldn't finish me off and put me down for good.

Please visit my friend at his page and check out more of his fantastic style of artwork...and honey, thank you so much once again.