Thirty minutes after Apted knocked Hope out cold, Sonia stood in the ring. She went with Hope as the blond fighter was carried to the recovery room. Using smelling salts, the incapacitated girl was brought back to consciousness, but at first she didn't recognize Sonia and believed Apted had proposed to her while she was unconscious.
"I'm certain he did!" insisted Hope, dreamily.
"Marcus Apted knocked you out for the count, which you slept through!" Sonia explained. "And then Apted and his slut Paula laughed while you were carried off!"
Sonia knew the truth would hurt, but Hope needed to hear it from a friend.
"Why can't I get laid?!" Hope complained.
You get laid plenty, Sonia decided after leaving Hope to be examined by a nurse.
Putting on her gloves, Sonia said "Ready when you are!" to Apted as they squared off. She concealed her fear behind a mask of determination. Watching Hope get thoroughly pasted by Apted was worrying enough, but Sonia knew he was undefeated at the Amazonia Boxing Club. How was she going to be any different?
Apted immediately exchanged punches with Sonia seconds after the bell. He felt faint regret that he was about to knock out this challenger. Sonia was in better shape than her predecessor and was also a more skilled fighter. A fact Apted experienced as the rounds progressed and decided to terminate things a little earlier than he wanted. A shame, Apted thought, Sonia has dark hair and Apted really went for brunettes.
In round four, Apted moved in to finish the match. He suddenly hit Sonia hard, pounding her body, throwing head shots that rattled the fighter, making her stumble from Apted's fists.
A few more punches battered Sonia before she found herself trapped in a corner. An upper cut threw Sonia into the turnbuckle. She pushed forward, her gloves pressing on Apted's arms, holding him back.
"Wait!...Okay..." Sonia gasped. "I know...you're about to put me to sleep...I deserve it!...but just let...me. ask something..."
"What?" asked Apted.
"Fuck me when I come to...please...?"
"Why sure..."
BAM!
Marcus Apted never saw or even felt Sonia's upper cut. All her strength went into it, turning off the lights in Apted's skull. He crumpled listlessly to the canvas, sprawling on his back.
Emma the Ref began the ten count, while Paula and Sonia were both dumbstruck by what happened. For the first time in the Club's history, Apted was knocked out by a female.
As the numbers Emma shouted got close to "TEN," Sonia broke into a victory dance, which propelled her in circles around the slumbering fighter. For a chump who had been sucker punched into Dreamland, the defeated Apted looked pretty handsome to Sonia.
"Your winner in a two against one match by a total knockout," cried Emma the Ref. "Sonia!"
The victor did another orbit around the prone male, her fists in the air. Paula had flung herself to her lover and, with Emma the Ref, began checking his vitals. When she looked up, Paula saw Sonia with her back turned to them, accepting the praise of some adoring spectators.
"Let's get Marcus to the recover room!" Emma the Ref said, placing the stretcher beside Apted.
"In a minute." Paula's voice was flat and determined.
Grasping Sonia by her shoulders, Paula spun the young fighter around until Sonia stood directly in front of her.
"Hey, bitch, what's wrong with you...?"
"Treacherous little...!"
WHACK!
With all her anger and love for Apted, Paula slugged Sonia across her jaw. The younger woman fell into the ropes, danced forward and went to the canvas, face down, landing inches from her victim.
"That was my man you fucked with!" Paula shouted in the silent ring and strode back to Emma the Ref.
They loaded Apted onto the stretcher and carried him to the recovery room.
A week after the match, Apted spent the night with Hope.
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