Tuomas knocks Anton out cold
Anton, so far undefeated, struts around cockily flexing for the crowd...
Until he hears them announce Tuomas, coming in at 244 pounds, and turns to see if they've made a mistake. Tuomas looms over him, far bigger than the last time they fought, and Anton's jaw drops.
'...if the L-bracket victor wins, there'll be another rematch to decide the tournament...'
The announcer drones on, as Anton stares up at Tuomas in dismay.
"We won't need another rematch if I send you out in a body bag." Tuomas snarls down at Anton with a menacing air of jocularity.
"That's right. Better get used to swallowing. Soon I'll make you swallow your pride... and maybe also my cock." Tuomas smirks.
The ref launches into the prefight prep before Anton can retort, but it's just as well. He's all out of words. His fists can do the talking.
But as Tuomas's first punch hits him, Anton's all out of breath too.
Anton gasps, driven back into his corner, onto the ropes. Struggling to recover, Tuomas bats him to and fro around the ring as though he's playing with him... finally his knees buckle and he goes down hard.
Ding... He hears the bell as he's climbing to his feet, relieved at the chance to regroup and strategize. The second round goes better, as he strains to stay out of reach of Tuomas's frightfully powerful hooks, but he can only run away for so long before... WHAM! A hook catches him and down he goes, back to his knees, gasping for breath.
Ding... I can't keep letting the bell save me, Anton broods as he limps back to his corner, Tuomas watching him across the ring with a dark look in his eye. I just need to land a clean hit... he went down so easily in our last fight... Ding... Anton rushes out of his corner, slamming Tuomas with a vicious combination of puches, breaking through his guard and... The man's sneering face looms up in front of him, just before the uppercut connects, blowing Anton's head back as he flies into the air before crashing to his knees yet again.
"What are you waiting for Anton?" Tuomas murmurs, "go ahead and flatten me like last time." He presents his jaw tauntingly.
Anton groans, realizing belatedly that Tuomas wasn't just playing with him in the first round... he still is. It takes everything he has to get back to his feet, and he spends the rest of the third round reeling until, as if on cue, Tuomas hammers him back off of the ropes and he crashes to his knees just as the bell rings to end the round.
Fourth round? BAM! Ding... Saved by the bell.
Fifth round? BLAM! Ding... Saved by the bell.
All the while, Tuomas taunts him with his eyes, and lets his fists do the talking... and what eloquent, massive, brutal fists they are...
By the time the sixth round rolls around, Anton is embarrassed at not landing more than a single clean hit... one that barely made Tuomas blink, at that. Humiliating. Anton rages as his vision blurs, forced to his knees yet again as Tuomas looms over him...
"How do you like it down there." Tuomas taunts. "You look so good in your proper place, on your knees, at my feet." He admires Anton's dazed, handsome face as he looks down on him.
"It's not." Anton mutters.
My place... is standing over you." Anton spits in frustration.
"Maybe you have a point." Tuomas mockingly intones, "This isn't your place... your place is on your back." He chuckles, and takes a knee, slugging Anton repeatedly until he bends over backward and sprawls out on his back. Tuomas pulls back his fist to keep pounding away but the ref snatches his arm and he relents, shaking the man off in frustration and returning to the corner.
Ding... the bell sounds so far away... Gotta... Get.. Up... Anton muses.
By some miracle, Anton crawls back to his corner, steadying himself with the ropes, still determined to fight on... but he spends the whole seventh round on the ropes, and ends it flat on his back again. BAM!
WHAM! Thud. Ding... Saved by the bell.
In round eight Anton barely makes it out of his corner, pummeled every which way before Tuomas flattens him like clockwork.
BLAM! Thud. Ding... Saved by the bell.
Round nine his back might as well be welded to his own corner pad, as Tuomas pounds him into it like a jackhammer, with his boyfriend right there watching the demolition up close, to add insult to injury.
WHAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BLAM! Thud. Ding... Saved by the bell.
By round ten Tuomas is getting restless. The crowd is eating it up, but the massive bruiser isn't yet satisfied. Not by half. As Anton valiantly puts up his fists, looking warily at his bigger opponent, Tuomas sees the massive bulge in his trunks, and his own bulge becomes as hard as a rock. And as the round bell goes off...
Tuomas lunges forward, weaving sideways, slipping his uppercut right through Anton's feeble guard. WHAM! Anton's head is sent spinning, his arms pinwheeling as he crashes back onto the ropes by his corner and Tuomas stands over him, anticipation building.
Anton's head lolls backward, affording him an upside down view of his boyfriend's shocked face. Steeling his resolve, he pushes through the dizziness... pushes himself off the ropes... right into the crushing left hook Tuomas has been lining up as they lock eyes one last time.
Anton sees the punch coming... but he's just a hair too slow, too tired from fending off Tuomas's intense onslaught for the past ten rounds.
Anton's head twists around, and he's unsure if he's seeing stars or just the ring lights overhead as his eyes roll back and he sinks down into the ropes. A hush descends over the crowd as Tuomas continues to pummel Anton on the ropes... Thud. Thud. Thud. The rhythmic sound of the blows is oddly hypnotic... time seems to slow down... the whole arena in thrall to Tuomas's absolute display of dominance... as the spectators wait on bated breath, the sound of the bell finally bursts the dam holding back their pent up emotions, and they join in with roars of approval, full participants in the brutal spectacle as they add to the din of Thuds... Ding-ding-dings... Gasps... Grunts... Cheers...
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The referee finally wrestles Tuomas away for a moment, and Anton slides down the ropes with a final Thud, long since in dreamland.
In the end it takes all seven referees to hold Tuomas back from Anton. He watches balefully as the paramedics cart his unconscious rival off on a stretcher, muscles still taut from the instinct to keep fighting, his bulge throbbing, right on the edge of glory, still not quite satisfied.
Rest up well Anton, Tuomas thinks cockily to himself. I'll have the pleasure of facing you in the ring again a lot sooner than you might like... and if you might have been thinking of forfeiting... Tuomas eyes Adam, Anton's boyfriend, and knows immediately from the way he's looking hungrily back at him exactly what's on his mind right now... I don't think your pride will let you, after what I'm about to do with your man, he pulls Adam up into the ring and kisses him passionately...
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