Daniella the Destroyer

Alan had never fought a muscle girl like Daniella before that evening. All his other matches at the Amazonia Boxing Club were with big chested gym bunnies: some he knocked out and some put him on the canvas. Down to the last woman, the bunnies who floored him all welcomed him into their beds.
I wonder what kind of fuck Daniella is?, Alan speculated as the tall powerfully built Amazon of East European ancestry climbed into the ring. That she wore skimpy shorts and not regular trunks kept Alan's eyes on her body. A tattooed tiger leaped from the top of her shorts, paws brandishing boxing gloves. Alan wondered what the rest of the tat looked like when he should have been figuring out Daniella's weak spots.
"Hello Alan," Daniella purred at him softly, her eyes focusing sharply on her foe's chest and arms. "You know what my nick name is?"
Alan knew well. "Daniella the Destroyer."
"Very good!" Daniella exclaimed and Alan recognized her accent: Russian. He'd heard it on different women from the gym. "And I destroy you!"
Alan was never given such a direct threat from a female...at least not in the boxing ring. he didn't feel intimidated, but pleased as if Daniella were going to have sex with him right there and then make his favorite dish for dinner.
"Promises, promises!" Alan taunted as the couple touched gloves. The idea of fucking Daniella kept buzzing noisily in Alan's skull. For an interminable moment, Alan watched her strut back to her corner, slowly, her thighs rubbing each other with seductive purpose.
At the opening buzzer, Daniella came out smiling at Alan, ducking his punches, retaliating with jabs.
Is the bitch toying with me? he asked himself. Am I a joke to her?
Daniella had decided to knock Alan unconscious soon because she got an enormous rush from punching out males. And she was dying to see Alan flat on his back! Yet Daniella liked Alan and his trim body and blue eyes, enjoyed having their bodies pressed tightly against each other in cascade of exchanged blows.
The women in the gym had praised Alan's sexual prowess and Daniella could see how massively excited Alan was to be fighting at close quarters with her. After stroking her bare thigh the length of Alan's erection, she determined his time had come. With the mostly female crowd of spectators chanting in support, Daniella stepped forward and hammered home a gut shot, bending Alan's' face into her breasts. A right upper cut stretched him out completely, pitching Alan's chin to the ceiling.
Alan had brief seconds to groan out his agony as the universe shattered into a billion radiant point of light. A double left-right combination impacted his head.
Alan was still, eyes half open, knees passively bent. Daniella's left upper cut swept directly into Alan's chin, vibrating his skull. A straight right pummelled Alan's lower jaw and he crumpled instantly to the canvas.
As the ref counted him out, flashes of reality stabbed into the blackness swarming over Alan's brain. He heard numbers being called out and felt Daniella fondling his giant erection. There was an urge to orgasm and Alan was asleep.
"Wake up!" a voice called. "Alan are you with us?"
Alan startled awake, seated in his corner's folding chair. Emma, the ref, and his second, Desiree, were talking at him. They were silent despite the repeated movement of their lips. Then their voices and the shouting of the spectators crashed onto Alan.
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm back..." he muttered at Desiree, staring listlessly into the girl's fiery eyes, using them as as point of focus. "What just happened?"
"Daniella knocked you cold," Emma answered.
Alan looked past his seconds and saw Daniella standing in her corner, smiling at him as she raised her arms in response to the crowd's adulation. Pushing Emma and Desiree aside, Alan lurched to his feet and walked deliberately at his opponent.
"What are you smiling at?!" he demanded. The muscular brunette pouted in false compassion, irritating Alan even more.
"I put you out for the count and jerked you off in front of everyone!" Daniella bubbled. "That was funny!"
Alan's left flew at Daniella's face. She sank backwards, evading the fist. Spring back up, her gloved fist slammed on the top of Alan's head.
An explosion followed Daniella's laughter and Alan's entire body relaxed at once. He began to sway quickly , like the second hand of watch. Alan thought how odd that was since the ring was spinning counter-clockwise.
THUD!!! sounded in the darkness when Alan struck the canvas a second time.
A pounding erotic dream of a three way with Jennifer Lopez and the girl in Alan's office who resembled Lopez, except her name was Amy, flicked on in Alan's sleeping brain. The dream women quickly fused into one and Alan fucked her so hard she screamed in pleasure.
"Awaken again, lover?" Daniella's voice asked. "That's good for both of us!"
Alan was in the passenger seat of Daniella's sedan as it pulled into a decent hotel.
"Where are we going?" asked Alan.
"To find out what kind of fuck I am, silly!"