The match starts.

Dumas stood near the center of the ring, barely moving, fists up at his chin, his thick arms blocking most of his torso. Anna bounced around him, her footwork quick and nimble just like Billy taught her. Unlike Billy, though, Anna's bouncy gait meant a lot of jiggling, and the tank top she was wearing was fairly low-cut. Before either of them took a swing, Anna could already see him glancing repeatedly down at her boobs. Or maybe he was just sizing her up.

As Anna got close to him, Dumas threw the first punch, a slow jab. Anna was able to easily slip it and counter with a little hook to the ribs. Her fist hit pay dirt, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect on him. She danced back out of his range, making him follow her with his slow, plodding gait. He threw a few more punches, all just as slow and clumsy as that first jab. Anna backed away from each of them, countering one or two of them with punches of her own. Her punches landed, but again they seemed to have no effect.

She felt her back against the ropes, and when Dumas threw his next punch, an overhand, Anna slipped to the side. Dumas was off-balance, and Anna circled him and fired a one-two combination into his side. The second punch was a strong one, with Anna giving about 80% effort. She knew a punch like that would have made Billy wince. But it felt like hitting a truck, and again Dumas's reaction was unsatisfying. He turned to face her and started throwing his clumsy punches again.

Anna backed off to give herself a little room to think. Dumas pursued her, but she was way faster than him. Clearly he was out of shape, slow and clumsy. He also didn't appear to even have the limited boxing experience that Anna now had. On the other hand, he was much bigger than Billy, taller and with a longer reach that made it difficult for Anna to aim any punches at his face. And his body was tougher than Billy's. Billy had the youth and energy of a college boy, but he hadn't really filled out. Dumas was a grown man, and parts of him--such as his abs--might as well have been chiseled from granite. Anna decided that she needed to tire him out a little more, get him to drop his guard, and get a good solid hit to his face.

Anna had been circling the ring with Dumas trudging after her. Now she allowed him to catch up with her. He started throwing more clumsy punches, some of which she avoided and some of which she caught on her elbows and forearms. None of the punches hurt her, but she could see Dumas exerting himself. Anna kept slipping back and away to avoid the brunt of those punches, and after a few minutes, Dumas started breathing hard and sweating like a pig. Anna was sweating too, but she'd broken the sweat while she was warming up, and it was only a light sheen on her now. Dumas's forehead was practically dripping after a few minutes of chasing Anna.

She could sense that Dumas was tiring, and she knew her opening would come soon. Dumas threw a big slow haymaker. It was a strong punch, and Anna knew if it had hit her, it would have done some damage. But it was way too slow, and she avoided it like she had avoided several of his others, except that it left him open for her jab. Anna jabbed Dumas right in the mouth, a perfect little punch that snapped his head back and left a momentarily vacant look in his eye. Anna was already firing her next punch, a tight, wicked hook that caught him on the edge of the jaw. Dumas's head jerked to the side, the strength went out of his body, and he started to turn away from her.

Anna pounced on him, refusing to let him get away. His guard was clumsy and now her punches hit wherever she wanted them to. Two more jabs to his mouth, then a cross to his chin, and he was retreating with a panicked look in his eyes. Anna fired one into his stomach on a whim, and found his abs unflexed and his stomach softer than before, so she dug another two hooks into the same area on each side of his stomach, each one making him grunt and take another step back.

Anna didn't stop, throwing harder and harder punches at Dumas until he was backed up into a corner of the ring. Anna had never boxed in a ring before, but she understood the concepts, and she could already tell she had a good ability to **** her opponent into compromising spots.

Now that Dumas was in the corner, Anna really started letting them fly. Dumas was doing the best he could to block her, but she was really too fast for him, and although he was tough, he couldn't last forever. Anna pummeled his stomach with hooks and peppered his face with jabs. She could feel his gaze drift to her cleavage, her breasts bouncing with every punch she threw.

Then she threw another combo at Dumas's jaw. Right hook, left hook, right hook, and left uppercut. The first two dazed Dumas, the third sent spit flying from his mouth, and the final uppercut flung his body back into the corner. Anna stood proudly, just a couple feet away from him, sweating and breathing hard but feeling great.

Anna went in for what she was sure would be the last combo. After all, Dumas looked like he could barely stay on his feet. She aimed a hard punch at his ribs to start it off, but as luck would have it, he threw a lucky punch of his own that hit Anna right in the side of the head. It wasn't a hard punch, but it startled her and threw her off. Dumas braced himself on the turnbuckle and then shoved Anna with both gloved fists.

Anna stumbled back a couple of steps, and rather than attack again, she decided to catch her breath and clear her head. She looked at Dumas, still in the corner but standing now. He looked to be recovering faster than she had expected, but she could still see a healthy respect in his eyes.

"Not bad," he muttered, the first words of the fight.