@Truloo's flashfic
The champion is a compact, tightly-muscled American, every inch of him a weapon. A former SEAL. A twenty-year veteran of underground fighting, undefeated for 62 matches. Dude barely reaches the challenger's tits. She towers over him head and shoulders, her frame eclipsing his. She's been undefeated in her first four matches. This is her fifth.
The instant the fight begins, the champion lunges for her, erupting into a withering volley of punches. She turns and puts her massive biceps directly in the path of his blows, shoulder-checking him mid-attack, her massive bulk driving him back while absorbing every hit. He tries to swing high, to duck underneath her guard, but she's too close. Far too close.
One hit is all it takes to end this dude's career. Poor guy never stood a chance. And probably won't ever have kids.
As the announcer drones on she turns, looks right at you, and gives you a puppy-dog wink, sweat drenching her face.