It was Round 3. The amazon, had bruised Hercules up quite nicely, able to nimbly dodge his punches, and trade out quite powerful jabs of her own, and Hercules, was staying strong, yet he felt like the sting of her punches was slowly affecting him. He was in his corner, trying to stay prepared, doing some shadowboxing to imitate his amazonian opponent.
It wasn't working, as Wonder Woman continued to look at him, with steel bound determination.
The bell rung, and Hercules came out swinging with a right hook, which he followed up with a uppercut, Wonder Woman flinching at the pain, and tried to block his next strikes, countering with two punches to the face, and Hercules tried to block, countering with a punch to the stomach, following it up with a one-two punch to the face.
Wonder Woman, was definitely feeling the might of the Amazonian god, and was trying to avoid his punches now. She ducked out of the way, trying to guard against his punches, and eventually, looked for a opening to counter.
Hercules smirked, and uppercuted her, the Amazon receiving the blow square on the chin, her body collapsing to the floor. Hercules, proud of himself, showboated for the crowd, flexing his biceps for the crowd, while Wonder Woman tried to beat the count.
Wonder Woman struggled to find her footing, but got up at the count of six, her body quite sore, but still ready for the fight.
Wonder Woman continued with a barrage of punches, trying to dodge Hercules's valley of blows, excellently guarding them, and then countering back with a one-two to the face, him feeling the pain of the punches, and Wonder Woman continued, making sure he didn't have a chance to fight back, continually punching him, Hercules's strength being the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
The bell rang. Hercules, walked back to his corner, grumbling, while Wonder Woman, still prepared, was feeling a bit proud for getting the upper hand.