Boxing Knockouts

He's taken! Your boyfriend growls, shoving Brendan aside from where he's been leaning against the gym wall, flirting with you for all to see.

We really doing this? Brendan drawls, his voice low, dangerous, as he gets up in your boyfriend's face, not backing down from the challenge.

Your boyfriend glares back angrily, as a hush descends on the gym. Standing face to face, it's even more obvious Brendan's the bigger guy.

Without breaking eye contact, Brendan reaches into his gym bag, pulls out his boxing gloves, cocks his head toward the gym's boxing ring.

Your boyfriend pulls off his tank top and puts on his own gloves on, as Brendan does the same, each eager to slug the other guy in the face.

You really want your boyfriend to watch me knock you out cold, huh? Brendan taunts, as they square off in the ring. Your boyfriend slugs him.

Wham! Brendan takes it on the chin, turning his head a little with the punch, before meeting your boyfriend's gaze, totally unperturbed.

Your boyfriend takes a step back, and Brendan grins cockily, tilting his head back and forth and slamming his gloves together a few times.

The sound is like a jackhammer, and your breath falters as you imagine just what those gloves are about to do to your boyfriend's face...

Wham! Brendan's left hook sends your boyfriend reeling, his arms flying out to the sides as he spins from the force of the blow, and you gasp.

Wham! Brendan pounds him with an overhand right, the fluid motion of his body a contrast to your boyfriend's jerky motions as he wobbles, knees turning to jelly as his eyes glaze over and the crowd cheers.

WHAM! Brendan's uppercut lifts your boyfriend off his feet, blowing his jaw back as his back arches, his arms falling to his sides, eyes skyward.

WHAM! Brendan nails him with a straight right as he comes down, so hard he is sent flying, his back rebounding off his own corner pad.

Bam! Bam! Bam! BAM! Brendan slams your boyfriend's head back and forth, turning him into a punching bag in his own corner with you right there to watch in shock and awe, as your wide eyes drink in Brendan in all his glory and your boyfriend's eyes roll back, succumbing to the onslaught. Your face is the last thing he sees, adoring Brendan, as the man knocks his lights out right in front of you to your obvious delight.

Boom! Your boyfriend's mouthguard flies out, landing at your feet.

Boom! The ring shakes, as your boyfriend slumps against his corner.

BOOM! Brendan angrily gets in one last hook, just to add insult to injury, your boyfriend's head ricocheting back and forth like a bobblehead as he folds, going completely limp, sliding down to lie at Brendan's feet, eyes closed, mouth open, utterly, humiliatingly defeated. He's out cold.

Hit him again! You shout, enthralled by the handsome, winning fighter.

The bigger man's lips curl into a vicious, cocky grin as he hears your cheers over the roar of the crowd. He doesn't even glance at the referee who is frantically trying to get between him and his opponent.

He steps forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the other man's slumped body, head lolling uselessly, eyes glazed over. He plants his feet, muscles bulging as he winds up a devastating hook.

CRACK.

The punch connects flush with the smaller man's jaw with the sound of a sledgehammer, and the guy's head snaps sideways with such violent force that his entire body is thrown back against the ropes. The bigger man doesn't give him a second to breathe. He follows up immediately with a brutal uppercut that drives his opponent's chin toward the ceiling, twisting his neck at an unnatural angle.

He grabs the guy by the hair before he can go down, unleashing a rapid fire barrage of piston like punches straight into his already slack face. The big man's grin widens into something feral as he hears your cheers growing louder, more breathless. His pupils dilate, his muscles coiling with newfound aggression as he feeds off your arousal.

He shoves the limp, barely conscious fighter backward into the corner, trapping him against the turnbuckle, and begins a relentless, devastating assault. He throws punches with such terrifying power that each impact sends a visible shockwave through his opponent's body. Thud. Wham. Thud. Each blow sends the guy's head whipping back and forth like a ragdoll's, the force of the strikes making the ring shake.

Then he goes in for another uppercut. The punch connects directly with the smaller man's chin, lifting him off his feet for a split second before he collapses against the ropes, his head snapping backward so violently it looks like it might actually detach from his spine. The bigger man doesn't stop; he's a machine of pure dominance, raining down hammer blows on his defenseless opponent's face, glancing over at you, making sure you see every brutal second of it.

Knock his lights out! You bellow, locking eyes with the big guy.

He ignores the referee's desperate attempts to intervene, shoving the official bodily out of the ring with one casual, contemptuous sweep of his arm. His entire focus narrows down to the slack, helpless jaw of his opponent, and the hungry look in your eyes, as he begins a terrifying display of technical brutality. Instead of wide haymakers, he starts throwing short, explosive hooks and uppercuts with pinpoint accuracy to spin the guy's head like a top. The speed and power are inhuman.

WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.

He slows the tempo, putting more power behind his punches, until each one strains the ropes that are now the only thing keeping his nearly unconscious opponent on his feet. You gasp, and he hears, triggering something primal in him as he steps back, creating space. His massive chest heaves, his boulder shoulders tensing as he draws in a deep breath through his clenched teeth. He looks like a statue of some ancient, violent god carved from granite. The crowd has gone deathly silent, sensing the inevitable conclusion.

The big man winds up. This isn't a standard boxing punch; this is a full body release of every ounce of dominance, anger, and desire he holds. He pivots his hips, his massive quads driving power through his core, his biceps coiling like steel cables.

This is for you! His eyes seem to say.

He unleashes a haymaker so devastating it seems to split the air. His gloved fist connects with his opponent's unprotected jaw. The impact is catastrophic. The guy's head whips around with such impossible force that it twists nearly completely backward before his body finally gives up entirely, going limp, sliding down the ropes like a marionette with its strings cut, collapsing into a heap. His head bounces once off the canvas, completely still, mouth slightly open in a silent gasp of defeat.

Your ex-champ crush is back for another rematch with your boyfriend. He's gotten jacked in preparation for this fight... but he's still no match for your boyfriend, and gets knocked unconscious for the third time.