Yes, No Knockout

James looked on in despair as he realized that his hands weren't going to make it in time to protect his face. He tried to duck but he was no where near agile enough to pull that off with the time he had left. The world turned to slow motion as it seemed like his entire life flashed before his eyes. Even in a simple boxing match he couldn't help but be overdramatic.

It ended up not being that bad. Don't get me wrong, it was pretty bad. but it wasn't the knockout punch he expected. He had never been in a fight before, so the loaded gloves felt, at least at the time of impact, like the worst physical pain he had ever felt. Despite not being able to duck and avoid the punch, he was able to move his head to the side so that Amy's punch connected with his jaw and didn't hit straight at his nose. In that respect he was happy with his reflexes.

However his reflexes didn't quite save him. he was rattled by the punch so bad that he spun around and fell towards the ropes, eventually catching his footing and rolling towards the ring post. He held on to the top rope for dear life. Possibly that was the only thing that made him stay upright. His jaw felt like it had endured an explosion, and he immediately felt a headache forming. He even felt some trouble breathing, or maybe it was just nausea. He had no idea how any of this felt, so it was hard to even tell.

James hoped that this would mean that Amy gave him a break to recover before continuing the fight. Those weren't the rules of the sport, but his head was too cloudy to consider the practical situation at hand. As expected, she didn't let up, and he saw her approaching him slowly in the corner, hands still in their starting position. He could see a faint smile on her face, knowing that she had punched a supposed local boxing champion so hard that he had retreated to the corner. That must've made her very confident in her abilities.

"Timeout," he called out quickly, hoping to stop her encroachment towards him. "There are no timeouts in boxing, silly. I'm afraid I've got you cornered!" He felt the joy in her tone of voice as she realized she may be approaching a quick, decisive, and dominant victory over someone she considered to be a formidable opponent. Her excited state had even made him get a small rush of adrenaline, but that was mostly to his dick, taking away vital resources from his head in this time of need. James cursed his horniness and blamed it on not having a wank before coming to the gym.

Regardless of the sexual circumstances that brought him to this point, he was helpless stuck as this cute warrior approached him, ready to put him on his ass and claim her impressive victory. He had no time to think as he saw her pulling her right hand back again. Now it was time for him to take action.