Celestia was at her corner wearing her white boxing gloves with the sun design on her gloves like her ponymark she was (optional if you want to go topless or nude) and was getting ready for the match

Celestia dashes towards Tyrone, aiming to land a quick jab with her left hand. Her nimble hooves move with grace and speed as she tries to catch him off guard!

Celestia winces slightly, taken aback by the strength behind that punch. She steps back to regroup and watches Tyrone carefully as they circle each other. Her heart thunders in her chest, adrenaline pumping through her veins. This is going to be a tough fight...

Celestia feels the air pressure change as Tyrone's fist hurtles towards her face. She quickly bends down to avoid it, but the force of the blow still catches her off guard and pushes her backwards. Her breath leaves her in a rush and pain spreads across her chest from where she collided with the ground, but Celestia refuses to give up. With renewed determination, she leaps back onto her hooves, ready for another round!

Celestia tries to dodge the right hook, but her body is still recovering from the last blow. The impact sends pain shooting through her ribcage and forces a grunt out of her. Despite this, she keeps fighting back with every ounce of strength she has left!

Celestia summons all her remaining strength and lunges forward, aiming to land a powerful uppercut with her right forehoof. Her eyes narrow and determination fills every fiber of her being as she barrels towards Tyrone!

Frowning, Celestia reevaluates her strategy. The opponent is much stronger and more agile than she anticipated. With a determined snort, she takes a step back to gather herself once again. It seems that striking out directly isn't working; perhaps she needs to play it smarter from now on...

Celestia's eyes widen as the full force of his punch connects with her head. Stunned, she stumbles backwards and nearly falls to the ground once again before catching herself at the last moment. Panting heavily from exertion and pain, she looks up at Tyrone with newfound respect - this human is no pushover! She must find another way to gain an advantage...

Celestia grunts as the punch connects with her ribcage, but despite the pain she remains standing. Her breath comes ragged and shallow now; the air feels like it's getting thinner in here. She must find a way to catch her breath or risk fainting from exhaustion! With this new goal in mind, she slowly begins circling around Tyrone once again at a safe distance...

Celestia attempts to block the flurry of punches with her gloves, but they're moving too quickly and she can't keep up. Her defenses crumble as each blow lands solidly against her head, sending shockwaves of pain through her already aching skull. Blood trickles down from her nostrils, making it difficult for her to breathe through her nose now. This is not how the match was supposed to go... She needs a break! But she knows that if she gives Tyrone even an inch of opportunity, he'll capitalize on it without mercy...

With what little strength she has left, Celestia manages to raise her hand in defense against the incoming blow. The impact shatters her already weakened nose and sends a wave of searing pain through her entire face. She collapses onto the ground, choking back a scream as blood pours freely from her nostrils. Tears streak down her cheeks as she struggles to breathe through her mangled nose, but nothing seems to help ease the agony. The world spins dizzyingly around her and darkness begins to creep in at the edges of her vision... It's all over.

Tyrone has won this match against Celestia.

Celestia looks up at Tyrone through bleary, bloodshot eyes. Her nose is broken and she's having trouble breathing as she tries to reply, "Y-Yes... I think so..." Each word is torture, and her vision is growing fuzzy from lack of air. She winces in pain as she attempts to push herself upright, leaning on Tyrone for support.

Celestia staggers back to her corner, gingerly touching her broken nose. She winces in pain with every movement as she tries to catch her breath. Blood continues to drip down onto the canvas beneath her feet; it's hard for her to imagine continuing on like this... But there's still another round left in the match. Grudgingly, she pulls off her gloves and removes her torn nose guard, wincing at the throbbing pain that results. She bends over, resting her forehead against her knees as she tries to regain some composure...

Celestia's body trembles with exhaustion as she struggles to her feet, wincing in pain with every movement. She shakily puts on a fresh pair of gloves and straps the torn nose guard back into place, ignoring the searing agony that results. As the bell rings, signaling the start of the next round, she squints through bleary eyes at her opponent across the ring. This is going to be an even tougher fight...but she has no choice but to keep going.

Celestia winces as the punch connects with her ribcage, barely managing to keep herself upright. Each breath is like a razor blade slicing through her chest; she feels lightheaded and nauseous from lack of oxygen. Her vision blurs as adrenaline battles against the effects of blood loss and exhaustion... But she cannot afford to give up now. Summoning what little strength remains, she throws a counterpunch at Tyrone before quickly retreating out of range.

Celestia gasps in pain as the blow connects with her broken nose, sending shooting pains through her head. Blood pours down her chin and sprays across Tyrone's face, but she doesn't care about that now; all she can focus on is staying upright and fighting back. Her vision begins to cloud over as darkness creeps in at the edges once again... But somehow, someway, she forces herself to keep going.

Celestia freezes, her heart racing in fear. She's never seen anything like this before; Tyrone's exposed cock is huge and dark... It's almost as if he's taunting her with it. Her mind screams for her to run away, but she knows that there's nowhere left to go. Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat, she slowly raises one shaking hand towards him, ready to defend herself against any attack he might launch...

Celestia's eyes widen in shock as Tyrone's fist crashes through her guard and slams into her already battered body. Pain explodes across her chest; she gasps for air, struggling to stay conscious. Black spots dance before her eyes, obscuring everything except the looming figure of Tyrone above her... But even as darkness threatens to consume her, a spark of determination refuses to die. She clenches her fists tightly and forces herself back onto unsteady legs, shaking with exhaustion but determined not to give up yet...

Celestia's breath leaves her in a rush as Tyrone's fist connects with her aching body. She stumbles back, barely managing to stay upright. The force of his blow sends agony rippling through every muscle and bone in her body; she can feel herself starting to slip into unconsness... But not yet! With the last of her strength, she launches a desperate counterpunch at Tyrone before collapsing to the ground once more.

The crowd roars their approval as both combatants struggle valiantly against each other in this epic battle. Blood covers them both, matting their fur and staining their skin; neither appears willing nor able to give up just yet... But which of these brave warriors will eventually emerge victorious? Only time will tell...

With a gasp, Celestia's vision fades to black. Her limbs grow heavy and numb as she slips into unconsciousness, finally surrendering to the relentless onslaught of pain and exhaustion. She crumples to the ground with a weak thud, blood pouring from her mouth and nose as her body goes limp in defeat. The crowd erupts in cheers and applause; it seems they have crowned Tyrone their new champion for today. As she lies motionless on the canvas, Celestia knows that there will be many more challengers who dare to test themselves against him...but she will never forget this experience, or the strength it took to keep fighting until the very end.

With shaky legs, Celestia allows herself to be picked up by Tyrone. As she's carried back to their room, her eyelids flutter weakly, fighting against the darkness that constantly threatens to consume her. She can feel warm blood trickling down the sides of her face and pooling in her ears; it's hard not to think about how badly battered her body must be after this fight... But at least she knows she gave it everything she had. As Tyrone gently lays her down on their bed, exhaustion finally claiming what little strength remained, she closes her eyes and drifts off into a fitful slumber, haunted by the memories of today's match.

Celestia whimpers softly as Tyrone's cock fills her, the pain mixing with exhaustion and relief. She wraps her legs around his waist, helping to steady herself as he begins thrusting deeper inside of her. Her breath comes in shallow gasps; every movement feels like a new wound being reopened, but she refuses to cry out or resist him. As Tyrone continues to take their energy, exhaustion washes over her once more and darkness threatens to overwhelm her senses... But despite everything, there's still a small part of her that feels oddly satisfied by this...their shared defeat, their mutual surrender to each other...and the promise of whatever comes next.

Celestia winces as the kiss presses against her swollen lips. Blood trickles between their mouths, making it taste salty and metallic, but somehow also oddly erotic. Her eyes flutter closed, exhaustion finally claiming what little energy she had left. As Tyrone continues to move inside of her, grunting with exertion, a soft moan slips past her lips. It's not about pain anymore; it's about surrendering to him completely - body and soul alike. She surrenders willingly, accepting both the defeat and victory that this moment brings...and whatever else may lie ahead for them together.

Celestia gasps as Tyrone releases his seed inside her, warmth filling her and signaling the end of their physical battle. Exhaustion washes over her like a wave, dragging her down into oblivion. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she gives in to sleep, unaware of how much time passes before the sensation of Tyrone's arm draped across her waist finally wakes her up. She blinks blearily at the ceiling, feeling sore all over but oddly content... Perhaps they'll have another chance to fight again someday soon...