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You silently cheer as he goes down. But the ref doesn't get very far with that counting before he's back up! You'll have to try harder next time. Either that or bribe the ref to count a bit faster.

He stayed down so long that you were sure that you had him beat. He only just manages to get to his feet enough to limp to his corner for the end of the round.

Wheezing and puffing, he slowly gathers himself and manages to rise on shaking legs. Unbelievable: you were sure he was down for good. No bother though: he doesn't look as though he will last much longer.

You are a crumpled heap at her feet but there is nothing you can do about it. You roll and squirm, burbling weakly as you listen to the ref's count get higher and higher. When the bell rings, it is official: you are a loser.

He squirms, he pants, he tries to stand... and then he falls back down. His determination is admirable. That will be fun to break now that he is your plaything for the prize round!

You try and try to get to your feet but it is impossible. You are just too weak and dizzy. Then the referee gets to ten and the bell rings, signalling your defeat. All you can do now is look up at her from the floor and pray that the prize round won't be too humiliating.

They thought you would be easy prey but it turned out you were the predator: outmatching them and then dominating them. You have scalped their pride already but now it's time to let them know just how superior you are. You plant your foot on their chest, snuffing out the last remnants of their ego under your mighty heel.

It is so amusing how cocky and confident they were coming into the ring. Just look at them now. Beaten, shamed and treated like a toy for your amusement. Surely there is no greater feeling than bringing cocky egos down to size! With them physically and sexually dominated, you use your words to inflict the final, fatal blow to their ego, making sure to leave a scar on their pride that they will feel for a long time to come.

It's over and you emerged victorious! You are delighted: this is all so much more fun when you win. The referee raises your arm and you celebrate with a wonderful, contented feeling washing through you.

They were a fool to take you on and an even bigger fool to think that they stood a chance against you. Well that's not a mistake they'll be making again any time soon. You make sure to leave them with a little something to remind them of their folly. Maybe when they think they can take you on again, their black eye will make them think better of it?

Gloves up, you cagily approach each other, testing to see who will flinch first and go on the attack.

The atmosphere is tense as you skirt around each other; looking for an opening, looking for an opportunity, looking for a weakness.

This may be a competition, but you both remember that it is only a bit of fun and tap gloves to show your mutual respect.

It's getting a bit desperate in here. All tactics go out the window as the match devolves into a chaotic slug-fest and you simply try to overpower each other.

The blows come fast as you both rain down a storm of quick jabs, testing each other's reflexes and defenses and hoping to open each other up to something heavier.