FIVE ROUNDS WITH GALAS

Description: In this pov fantasy we open on galas shadow boxing, wearing a shiny liquid metal gold bikini and pink boxing gloves, tossing lefts and rights as she warms up.  when you enter the room, she notices you and remarks on how tiny she finds you, incredulous that you would want a match against her.  once she’s done trash talking, the fight is on she swings wild haymakers at your face, but you dodge them and return with lightning quick jabs to the face that rock her on her heels, making her eyes cross as she stumbles back. as she falls against the nearby wall you switch up, landing solid shots to her belly, the air exploding from her lungs as she grunts and whimpers, her abdomen absorbing shot after shot, going cross-eyed before dazedly staggering towards you, getting treated to a series of hard hooks across the cheek that spins her around a few times before she collapses down to her knees. relentlessly you press the attack, once again targeting her soft belly for punishment, making her gasp and grunt as she wobbles in place, her cheeks puffing, then rocking her with hard shots to the forehead, her fluttering eyes crossing hard as her arms slump to her sides. she staggers back to her feet only to run into a stiff uppercut that sends her crashing to her knees, then collapsing to the mat with her but waggling humiliatingly in the air.  as she tries to push herself up, a hard cross to the jaw sends her sprawling again and again, until she finally collapses with eyes rolling… down for a count of ten. the match continues as you keep the punishment going, battering her with jabs, hooks, and haymakers, rocking her head and punishing her belly as she desperately tries to mount a defense against the relentless onslaught. as the rounds continue, she becomes little more than your private punching bag as you destroy her face, head, and belly, making her flail, go cross-eyed and collapse in a heap again and again. no target goes unpunished as even low blows come into the mix, as she gets more catatonic and delirious. when you switch to bare knuckles, she simply absorbs punch after punch, belly, face, sides and battered until she at last passes completely out, eyes rolling back into her head one last time, unresponsive after and ten count and a few last belly shots, her tongue lolling from her slack mouth