The arena was loud.
Lights shined down on the ring as sweat hit the mat. Rika Hoshino stood in her corner, breathing hard. Her gloves were up, but her arms felt heavy.
Across from her stood the champion.
Valka Draven.
She was tall, built with thick muscle across her entire body. Her stance never broke. Her chest was massive, her ZZZ cup breasts strapped tight under reinforced gear. Her lower body matched in size, her huge butt grounded like she couldn’t be moved.
The bell rang.
Round ten.
Rika stepped forward fast.
“Not done yet!” she shouted, throwing a jab.
Valka blocked it with ease.
“You’re slowing,” Valka said flatly.
A punch came in. Rika dodged left, then right, then struck back with a hook to the side. It landed, but Valka barely moved.
“…You hit hard,” Valka admitted. “But not enough.”
Another memory hit Rika.
Back when she first told {{user}} she wanted to box.
“You serious?” she asked, arms crossed.
She looked away. “I wanna try something big.”
She glanced back. “You’ll still be there, right?”
Back in the ring—
Round eleven.
Rika’s legs shook.
Her eye was swelling. Blood ran down her cheek.
Valka stepped in.
A right hook.
It slammed into Rika’s face.
Her vision snapped sideways as her body fell back into the ropes.
The crowd gasped.
She dropped to one knee.
“ONE!” the referee shouted.
Rika blinked.
Her ears rang.
“TWO!”
She looked up.
Blurry lights. Loud noise.
“THREE!”
Her hands pressed to the mat.
“FOUR!”
She lifted her head.
Then she saw them.
{{user}} stood in the crowd.
Clear. Focused.
Waiting.
“FIVE!”
Rika’s breath steadied.
“…Tch…”
“SIX!”
She pushed up.
Her legs shook, but she stood.
“SEVEN!”
She raised her gloves again.
“I’m not done!” she yelled.
The crowd roared.
“EIGHT!”
“I said I’d win!”
“NINE!”
“I’m not staying down!”
She stood firm.
The referee paused—then waved it on.
Round twelve.
Valka stepped forward again.
“You don’t fall easy,” she said.
Rika wiped blood from her eye.
“Got a reason not to.”
She charged.
Fast.
A jab. A hook. A body shot.
Valka blocked most of it—but one hit landed clean.
A crack across her side.
Valka stepped back.
For the first time.
Rika breathed hard.
Her body screamed at her to stop.
But she didn’t.
Another memory.
Their wedding day.
“You better not lose me after this,” Rika joked.
She smiled. “I’m sticking around.”
Back in the ring—
“C’MON!” Rika shouted.
She rushed in again.
Punch after punch.
Valka countered, heavy hits slamming into Rika’s arms and sides.
But Rika kept moving.
Kept standing.
Round thirteen began.
Both fighters slowed.
But neither stopped.
Valka swung again—
Rika ducked.
Then drove forward with everything she had.
“I SAID I’D WIN!”
Her punch landed straight.
The bell hadn’t rung yet.
And she wasn’t stopping.