Thursday, May 27, 2010

Miki at the Fights


“The champ is a loser!!” Miki was screaming. “I could beat him with both my eyes closed!!”
Miki was watching the climatic sixth round of the International Inter Gender Boxing Championship with her friends Abby and Cathy at the Oring Arena, along with thousands of fight fans. The trio of coeds and amateur fighters had come to see the champ Harry “The Sandman” Huggins lose his crown to the challenger Anita “Bruiser” Rivera.
The opposite was happening.
To the girl’s immense frustration, The Sandman had Rivera on the ropes, working her midsection, alternating with headshots to keep the sexy boxedora in a groggy daze. With no warning, The Sandman let up on the punishment and stepped back. Silence moved through the spectators. Rivera walked forward a few paces, uncertain as to where she was.
The Sandman’s right upper cut knocked Rivera stiff. She stood flat footed, lower jaw slack, eyes wide and glassy, arms motionless and then she loudly smacked the canvas like a felled tree.
Completely unconscious, Rivera slumbered through the 10 count and the decoration of The Sandman’s triumph.
Mike was outraged to watch the deeply sleeping Rivera loaded on a gurney and rolled out of the ring by the EMTs.
“The Sandman sucks!!” Miki yelled in chorus with Abby and Cathy. Miki went on castigating the Champ, calling him worthless as a fighter and a bully. “I could ko him in one round!” she yelled and went on yelling for a minute before realizing everyone around her was silent.
Looking fearfully over her shoulder, Miki saw The Sandman standing in front of her. The handsome, broad chested boxer, still in trunks and boxing gloves, stepped right up to Miki’s face.
“Well, I’ll give you your chance, sweets!” The Sandman said. Then Miki saw his right fist go back behind his head and…
BAM!!!
Pretty lights exploded everywhere and Miki had the sensation of flying down a long tunnel of darkness.

“Wha…happ…ed…?” Miki sighed as she woke.
“You okay, Miki?” Abby asked. Miki looked in confusion around the ring and then at her two friends. “The Sandman took you up on the offer to fight him.”
“We carried you down here,” Cathy added. Both girls were tying up Miki’s boxing gloves.
Looking across the ring at The Sandman, Miki shook her brain free from the fog and sat up. Fine, she told herself. I’ll fight this asshole and put him in his place!
“Okay jerk, I’m going to put you down!” Miki said to The Sandman. Miki was trying to sound brave, but she felt overcome and aroused by The Sandman’s masculine presence.
“What you got sweetie?” The Sandman snarled. Miki immediately swatted him with a left-right combination to his face. The Sandman barely flinched. “My turn.”
His punch lifted Miki off her feet and she watched, in brief amazement, as she propelled across the ring and slammed into a turnbuckle.
Smiling goofily, Miki took steps and hit the canvas.
“Aaaahhhh!!” she groaned as she got back up even before the count started. She came at The Sandman again at a run, fists raised.
BAM!!!
The same punch, repeatedly more forcefully, put Miki back in the turnbuckle. Darkness swarmed on the girl boxer and she was out when her ass cheeks touched the canvas.
The count reached “seven” before the buzzer screamed. Abby and Cathy ran to their friend and got her to her feet. Draping her limps arms over their shoulders, they carried Miki back to her corner.
“Come on, Miki!!” Cathy said, slapping Miki’s cheeks, while Abby massaged her neck. “You can’t let this jerk defeat you.”
Miki’s head moved side to side sluggishly and she exhaled noisily. “Is it Easter already? Did the Bunny come? Is Ron here?” Miki mumbled, giddily.
“The Sandman koed you again, Miki,” Abby said. “You have to do better!”
“He did?” Miki asked in wonderment. “The Sandman’s very handsome….”
“Wake up, Miki! This guy is kicking your ass, like all the other women he’s fought!” Abby exclaimed.
Miki suddenly focused and sprang out for the second round.
For a minute, the pair traded wild punches. The Sandman admired the young girl’s bravery and lovely body even as he figured another way to knock her out.
The Sandman grabbed Miki’s forehead with his left glove, stopping her in her tracks. The Sandman held Miki in place at arm’s length while she threw furious punches in the air.
“Hey!! This isn’t fair...I can’t get a ….”
WHAP!!!
The Sandman’s left glove slammed down directly on Miki’s head.
Her eyes widened and she smiled joyfully at the thought of her boyfriend Ron. Neon pinwheels spun in Miki’s vision and she sank downward, knees buckling.
A harsh orgasm ripped through Miki’s being, soaking the front of her panties. Miki was very tired and happy to just stand before The Sandman, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. A left hook bashed her jaw and Miki groaned as she fell into The Sandman’s arms.
Like a reed in the wind, Miki swayed gently once she was seated. She wondered where The Sandman had gone to. She looked all around until she glimpsed up at a boxing glove slam into her face.
When the lights were on again, Miki was on her back. “FIVE!” the ref called out. Where did ONE through FOUR go? Miki asked herself as she got to her feet.
WAP! The Sandman slugged her on the chin.
POW! Another detonation in Miki’s skull. She staggered, enjoying the tilting of the ring.
WHAP!
The left hook spun Miki around and her eyes crossed drastically. Have to get out o…” Miki told herself just before:

WHAM!!
BAM!!
A combination put Miki in a solid daze. The crowd cheering on her beating went on and off in long spurts, but the love birds trilling in her head were continuous. And sweet. Miki was all over the ring trying to find them.
Abby and Cathy were guiding Miki back to the corner. Miki thought she was a panther stalking the jungle.
“Miki! Stop growling!!”
Cathy’s voice pulled her friend back to reality.
“I …was growling…?”
“The Sandman is going to destroy you if you don’t pay attention!”
Half a minute later, the third round started. Miki was half way across the ring when The Sandman held out a gigantic sling shot.
“Hold this Miki?” he asked.
Not thinking, Miki took hold of the sling shot’s handle and held it steady as The Sandman stretched the rubber band back to his corner. With great effort, The Sandman slipped a gigantic rock into the sling and let go.
Miki only saw the rock hurtling at her.
KABAM!!
Miki was out cold instantly, but she was standing in a long tunnel of shimmering lights. She liked the lights and smiled and hit the canvas.
The aurora borealis continued to dance in Miki’s head until Miki saw Abby and Cathy standing over her.
“Did Ron propose?” asked Miki. Abby and Cathy looked at each, perplexed.
“No Miki! You got knocked out again! And you would have been counted out if the judges hadn’t stopped the match.” Abby explained “They called The Sandman’s action a foul. They want to know if you can continue the fight.”
“Of course I do!”
Miki was facing The Sandman in the ring a minute later.
“That was a dirty trick, Sandman!”
“I’m full of them. You looked so cute on you’re back, where you belong!”
“Oh, yeah!?” Miki said, defiantly fixing her hands on her hips.
“Yeah.”
POW!!!
The Sandman delivered his signature knock out punch: The Good Night Kiss, the same from the floor upper cut that finished off Anita Rivera.
Miki lifted a foot off the canvas. Sleep was instantaneous and very deep. Stars filled the arena. Miki landed with a THUD, spread eagle and motionless.
A sleepy smile spread across Miki’s face as she was counted out.
Miki contentedly dreamed of fireworks and penises until she woke the next morning in the hospital ICU. All night “Naughty Girls Need Love, Too!” by Samantha Fox played in her head and it was Christmas Morning, New Years Eve and Valentine’s Day for the lovely girl boxer.

Maria


Right here I admit it: I love muscle girls. That's why I was on line to fight Maria "The Bruiser" Rivera at my gym in an all comers match. The bouts were promotional, part of the build up to Rivera's bid for the Worldwide Inter Gender Boxing Championship Title. But the matches were real, demonstrated clearly to me as I watched the six guys ahead of me get carried out, totally unconscious.
I only boxed women and two of the muscle chicks I decked in the ring became my long term girlfriends. So I figured I had a chance, a slim chance, of getting somewhere with Maria Rivera.
The piercing screech of the buzzer called me into the ring as two hot Asian women in bikinis carried my slumbering predecessor out between the ropes. I watched Maria dance in her corner, mobile but determined, throwing fast punches in the air.
"What's your name?" Maria asked when the ref brought us together. There was a delighted anticipation in her voice.
"Gus."
"Every Gus I ever met was an idiot!"
"Every Maria I ever met, I knocked out!"
That remark raised a smile from Rivera. "What have you got for me, hammer dick?"
Maria's answer got a smile from me. " A left that's going turn out your lights!"
Maria nodded happily and we touched gloves. "All right, let's get to it, big man!"
She came at me pretty fast, so I danced sideways. Fists up, Maria pursued me, her liquid brown eyes fixed on me. Some muscle girls aren't fast on their feet, more strength than coordination. Maria was pretty quick. I tagged her a few times, shots to the head and torso. Maria fired a straight left at me, which I ducked and quickly pounded a looping right to her lower jaw.
The force put Maria into the ropes, her face a welter of pained and confused reactions. Her legs seemed to pop outward and, ass first, Maria slumped downward off of each rope. eyes closed, lips slack, Maria hit the canvas, arms flying, fists bouncing off her bare thighs.
"ONE!! TWO!!" the cute blonde ref began the count. The spectators fell silent.
"THREE!!" Maria's head began to loll and jerk sideways. A long moan seeped from her mouth and Maria's eyes blinked open.
"FOUR!!!"
Maria scanned the ring, like she was looking casually for a misplaced item.
"FIVE!"
I could see Maria instantly focus and latch her gloves clumsily to the ropes, hoisting herself up.
At "EIGHT!" the ref checked to erect and very angry Maria Rivera. The boxedora shook her head quickly at his questions. I felt excited to restart the fight when I saw the rage in Maria's eyes.
"Took a little nap?" I asked when we resumed.
"Not like the one you're going to take!" growled Maria.
Punches fell all over me and I retreated. Maria closed in. "Bastard!" she gasped with pleasure.
BAM!!
The right hammered my chin perfectly. I saw Maria's sneering lips, the ceiling and then I was slumped against the ropes. Blackness swallowed me and spat me out continually. I watched Maria's powerful thighs as the ref leaned toward my ear. "Sweet dreams fat dick! Maria's pissed!" she said breathily, the last voice I heard for a long while. The ref's tits looked familiar, I thought, did I nail her awhile ago?
In one motion, Maria pushed the ref away and brought her right around.
WHAM!!
I was instantly gone.
The digital footage of the knockout I saw later showed me fall over from Maria's finisher and roll over on my back. I was prone, like a rag doll, an enormous bulge in the front of my shorts. I had an idiotic smile on my face. I recall dreaming of a three-way with me, Maria and Halle Berry.
The bikini clad Asian girl lifted me off the canvass the ref raised Maria's fist in the air. I wobbled a few paces and slipped down. Giggling, the black haired beauties straightened me up, slipping my arms over their shoulders.
The women in the audience were screaming "KNOCKED OUT!" triumphantly.

I woke on a bed in one of the dressing rooms. Maria was standing over me, smiling. "There you go!" she whispered. "Told you you'd take a nap."
My entire body, especially my face, ached. "How long was I out?"
"Awhile," Maria chirped, sitting on the bed next to me. "I love guys I knock out!"
Maria slipped her hand under the waist band of my shorts and tenderly fingered my penis. We kissed. I realized we were alone in the room and Maria was taking down my shorts.