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Fatigue is setting in now. You swing with a lazy, clumsy swing, still somehow managing to find the target.

You swing with power and get lucky, connecting satisfyingly and sending her staggering.

The first blow disorients her. The second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth all just pile on. Blow after blow after blow, each one thundering home with power and precision.

It's only a jab but it has some real power and gets her right on the end of her nose. She recoils like she's been electrocuted, staggering to the ropes in disorientation.

You land a big hook and think that you've given her pause for thought. But she comes right back at you with a stinging body blow, looking fired up.

You relentlessly stroke the human's cock with both of your hands, continously increasing the speed. The collective taught you, that no human can stand this for long.

Mmmmmh! Fuck! This. Is. So. Strong.

That was very close but no way that you could make me cum like this.

Humans are weak, especially when they are outnumbered. That is a fact. So why not using this weakness against this one? You call for a second Android, who assists you in this titjob, making his cock throb between your bouncing boobs.

You've backed her into a corner! Now she's helpless as you rain blows on her midriff again and again and again until the ref forces you off of her.

You both trip and take each other down and all hell breaks loose. The ref struggles to maintain order as you descend into chaos, shrieking and wildly scrapping with each other until you are forcibly separated.

You both unleash absolute hell on each other, swinging wildly, taking massive shots and simply powering through. You're both pulling out the big guns here, and neither of you wants to back down.

Penned into the corner with nowhere to go and staggering like a drunk: this is too easy. You wind up and deliver an almighty blow that is sure to take whatever wind she has left right out of her.

Feeling vindictive, you go low and take her down, laying your arm across her throat and pouring scorn on her. The ref struggles to prise you off but it's worth the reprimand to get in her head and make sure she knows what's coming to her.

She's so tired and disorientated that she grips your arms to stop you hitting her. Never mind: if she can cheat then so can you! You retaliate with a series of knee strikes to the chest before the ref can restore order.

It doesn't take any fancy footwork or misdirection to send her to the canvas: just a nice, simple, well-aimed swing.

You are locked up, chest-to-chest and the ref's view is blocked by your opponent's body. You can't get a good swing in so you drop her with a knee to the chest. It's cheating... but with any luck she'll be knocked out and unable to shout about it.

A single thunderous shot to the body is all it takes to send her down. Can she catch her breath before the count of 10?

A thunderbolt straight from Thor's back pocket... SMASH!! You hit a home run with that one: no way she'll even remember what hit her!

You are so sure that you put her down for the ten count that you start to gloat over her down there. But maybe your celebrations are premature. It seems to give her the strength required to beat the count and get back up, just to defy you.

She manages to beat the ten count and gets back on her feet, spouting bullshit excuses as to why she was down there in the first place.

With that last attack, as soon as she hits the mat you know it's all over for her. The celebrations start early as you get down to her and gloat in her dazed face as she is counted out, in the most appalling display of bad sportsmanship you can muster.