Ivy grunts as a heavy glove slams into her belly, centered over her navel. Wincing, she recalls the events preceding her… situation. Hours earlier, after some trash talk, the canine boy she was speaking to at the speakeasy had offered a boxing match, to which she eagerly agreed, expecting an easy fight. If only that were so. As she stumbles back into the corner of the ring, another massive blow drives up under her ribs, straight into her stomach and liver, taking away her breath and sending a spray of spittle from her lips. Ivy groans as her vision blackens, her belly burns, and the shock to her bare, slender midriff overwhelms her. As she slides down into the corner, slobbering on her own chest, her gaze focuses on her twitching feet and her smirking opponent beyond them. “Damn…”, she thinks, “Vic’s gonna kill me…” finally, she passes out, her body going limp and slumping over to the sound of the bell.