John Carnaby vs Jackie "Jack The Ripper" Rose - Darkness of Britain

Yeah this was it John felt, the blood in his head was pooling. He was feeling red out like, more blood in his head than he knew what to do with. The lack of air thanks to Jackie's breasts, his numb and sore all over body. The artist was feeling that his defeat was here, but it was impossible for him to vocalise his request of surrender. Nor could he tap, perhaps the victim was supposed to scream. Or they were supposed to be killed. Either way John could do nothing to save himself at this point. As his air was deprived delirious thoughts were running through his mind, like what would his boss think of his defeat? He also realised that Jackie would be able to do as she wished with him, that alone would have been dread inducing.

John was in a fever dream state as he was slipped into sweet unconsciousness, his limbs having gone completely unmoving now against Jackie's skin. His body lightly twitched a few times, then became still. He had been knocked out at this point, having given a valiant effort but ultimately coming up short against the dark shadow of the country that he abandoned recently. The Ripper's calm heartbeat being the last thing that the scribe would hear as he blacked out, but that calmness to her rhythm was only a belied effect of what she would surely have in store for him now that John was out.

After all the rules had established the loser was left at the whims of the winner as a POW, but that notion was lost to the good artist. For all he could contemplate was in his subconscious and the supple chest that had brought about his defeat. A pair that had looked so inviting yet proved deadlier than those hard hitting fists, likely just a taste of what she'd have in mind for him now that he'd been reduced to little more than her plaything.......