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The boxer was reeling. A bare fist hurt a lot more than a gloved one, and that was saying something. Mahalina would have staggered across the ring if she hadn't been caught by Nya, by one leg. She immediately knew that couldn't be good. The Filipina shook her head frantically, begging for a bit of mercy, before being thrown over Nya's head, in some kind of bizarre suplex!

"YEAAA— OOOF!" Lina yelled, promptly being cut off by her body slamming into the mat. That was devastating. Her leg was throbbing, the wind had been knocked from her lungs, and she was, overall, in a ton of pain.

Finally starting to regain control of the fight, Nya marched to her fallen opponent, dragging her by her head to her feet. Hooking her leg up again, the redhead flipped her again in another suplex! It was part of her plan to weaken her mobility before she finished off the beautiful Filipina.

Mahalina groaned as she was dragged to her feet, using her head. "Ugh, couldn't you have picked a different part of me to grab on to?" she complained. But she was shut up as her leg was grabbed, and she was flipped into another suplex! She once more screamed as she plummeted towards the ground, landing hard on her back and bouncing a few times. "Fuck..." she groaned, nearly completely incapacitated. It wouldn't be hard to finish her off now.

Nya kipped up to her feet, pumped as ever now that she had managed to get her second wind. Looking behind her she saw Lina in a crumpled heap, chest heaving from the rough ride she had been taking, but she wasn't done. She was gonna give the feisty boxer a taste of her own medicine. Crouching down, she'd wait for the Filipina to rise before dashing forward, rearing back her fist to strike her in Midair with a Superman punch!

Mahalina still had a bit left in her, and rose slowly. She probably looked pathetic, barely able to keep her fists up. And Nya took full advantage of that. Before Mahalina could respond, the bouncy little Irishwoman was in the air, and her fist was flying at Lina's face.

It was the last thing she'd be seeing for a little while. She fell backwards in a heap, out cold and splayed out embarrassingly. She had been utterly humiliated in the second round of their spar, and it would come down to the line in the third round. Who would be buying those drinks?

Nya had to admit, Lina looked hot as hell, even in defeat. The way her body buckled before falling spread eagle on the mat was so satisfying to watch, given the beatdown she took in the first round.

Wasting no time, Nya jumped on her toned stomach, hooking the leg and going for the pin.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!!" Nya counted sealing the second fall for her.

That was more of a formality. It was clear that Lina had been defeated, after all, and that she was out cold. However, she seemed to recover quite quickly, waking up around a minute after she was pinned. "Ugh..." she groaned, her movements slow and careful. Well, she didn't feel like she had a concussion. So that was good. She rose slowly, and stretched her sore body. As a boxer, she wasn't used to being punched with bare fists or being thrown around like a doll— those were new. "Well, at least I know I shouldn't fuck with wrestlers, right?"

Nya smirked down at Lina, "Welll you could...with mixed success depending on who you're after."
She gave the boxer a wink, walking forward so the two were face to face, "Alrighty then...one last round, then we can have some real fun."

Waiting for Lina to ready, Nya would then throw a fist forward into those hot abs of hers, wanting to knock the boxer back into the corner post again.

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you're talking about drinking together." Mahalina said, laughing at the flirt and winking back. Mahalina took a little while to come back to her full strength, but, once she did, she was back on her heels, bouncing.

She nodded, and Nya ran at her. The girl was fast, almost unnaturally so, but Mahalina was ready for it this time. Seeing how she wouldn't be able to get out of the way, she met Nya with a punch to her toned midsection, hoping it would throw her off before the Irishwoman's fist plowed into her.

Ough!" Nya grunted, her body doubling over a bit, before aiming a nice uppercut with her forearm to strike below the jawline of the boxer. Twice more she went for the jaw to send the boxer into a daze. The goal was to mess up her sense of balance so she could close the gap and slam her around.