Charity KO

It was December first, the beginning of Charity Match Week at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The undefeated female fighters would take on all challengers for a $500 donation to a local charity of their choice. One woman fought per night. Amy was scheduled for Friday.
"The rules are simple, gentlemen!" Amy informed the crowd encircling the Amazonia's main boxing ring. The spectators divided into two groups. The largest were the women who had come out to see if Amy could maintain her wining streak. The second was a gathering of ten men, who had, together, donated $10,000 to the local children's hospital expansion fund, to swap leather with Amy.
"All fights with me are to a knock out! No exceptions!"
Loud cheers greeted the statement. "And my record speaks for itself!"
Amy was statuesque, with shiny, raven-black hair that went down to her waist in a long pony tail. The youngest daughter of Chinese immigrants who ran a chain successful restaurants, Amy was biologist in the food preparation industry. But he real passion was boxing, taught to her when she was 12 by her father. Her favorite opponents were men, who she took a soul thrilling pleasure in beating up. The Amazonia was the perfect club for her.
"The man who, somehow, knocks me out tonight will win a date with me next week!"
"YES!" all ten men shouted in almost complete unison.
"And to the guys that I put to sleep...which will be all of you...all I can say is: 'Sweet dreams!'  Now which one of you horn dogs is first!?"
As the initial contender stepped through the ropes, Amy returned to her corner, where her seconds, Cathy and Jasmine, quickly tied on her boxing gloves.

 

From a folding chair just outside the ring, Mark waited his turn. He watched Amy take apart the three guys who went before him. Before any punches were thrown, Amy sized up her victim, smiled, and went to work. One man was face down within a minute of the bell. The other two had their knock outs postponed, while Amy punished them, even rubbing up against one attractive prospect while they were in a clinch.
"Those last three are sleeping like babies, lover boy," Amy taunted when she and Mark were close to touch gloves. "What have you got for me?"
"A lot!" answered Mark as the punches flew.

As they boxed, Mark realized Amy was wearing a yellow bikini, cut to display her thighs and flat stomach. But what really entranced him was her face. It was oval-like and illuminated by the frequent smiles on Amy's crimson lips. Mark would stare into her brown eyes, trying to decipher if she was aroused. Sometimes he could see that light in a woman's eyes...
WHAP!
POW!
WHACK!
Two electric jolts ripped through Mark's torso where Amy's fists landed. The right upper cut she uncorked put Mark on his back. Through a milky haze, he saw Amy standing over him, majestic and sexual. She was shouting at him with a mocking smile, but Mark didn't hear anything because he was asleep.
Four for four! exclaimed Amy to herself, watching Cathy and Emma the Ref carry Mark from the ring, after the ten count.

"You were looking at my tits the whole time!"
Amy and Mark lay in bed on a Saturday morning, the week after the charity match. Her head rested on Mark's chest as he tenderly stroked her hair.
"Among other things!" replied Mark.
"But mostly my chest."
Mark nodded in agreement.
The six men who followed Mark into the ring were also rendered unconscious, but Amy only remembered Mark the next day. Amy called him a few days after the match, apologizing for the trouncing she put him through. "I'm sorry, I just have to beat up men!" Mark's ribs ached for a few days after the bout, but he didn't mention that.
The couple went to a burger place downtown and then to a midnight showing of Girlfight. Amy gave Mark a hand job during the final fight sequence, whispering "That's us! That's you!" in his ear as Michelle Rodriguez clobbered her on screen boy friend.

 



"Want to do something this week?" Mark asked, casually concealing his tentativeness. Amy had just finished dressing.
"Yeah, I'd like that a lot!"
Amy leaned in and gave Mark a long kiss. "Just one thing."
"What?" Marked was apprehensive again.
"If you get in the ring with me again, I'll lay you out!"
"But...we're...?"
"I mean out cold! Like last time!"
A tone of encouragement echoed in Amy's voice.
"But we're still going together?"
"Of course, Mark. Dinner at my place tomorrow."


The better he knew Amy, the greater the need Mark felt for a rematch. He learned that Amy had excelled on the woman's boxing team of Blake Mitchell University, where she earned a biology degree.
"I've had men in my life," Amy explained one day. "Some of them I knocked out and a few did the same to me...but the guys laying at my feet..I really fell in love with them!"
At their four month anniversary, Mark gave in. Amy wasn't upset or surprised. She reserved a private ring at the Amazonia for the upcoming Friday night.

Amy wanted to know what Mark was waiting for. "I'm ready to kick your ass!"
Mark didn't know if he should be reassured or worried by the grin from the beautiful woman who threw rapid punches in the air a few inches from his face. He looked around to make sure they were completely alone. The two fighters touched gloves.

This was different for Mark. He was reluctant to strike Amy now that they were intimate.
"You afraid to punch the woman who's fucking you?" Amy demanded, reading her lover's thoughts. "Is that it?"
Yes! Mark thought and jumped in, launching body shots at Amy, who became more energetic and flirty now that Mark was engaged.
She kept after him as the bout continued, forcing Mark to the defensive. As he took more punches than he gave, Mark saw that Amy was the better fighter and that his knockout was inescapable.
Amy fixed him in a neutral corner and worked Mark over methodically. Her work was swift and abrupt, leaving Mark unsteady on his feet. One hard punch set Mark back. He knew the fight was about to be over.
"All right, Amy! Enough!" Mark raised his fists to block his attacker. "I give up! You are the queen! You are my Reina!"
The words touched Amy and she was flooded with tenderness for Mark's suffering. The right upper cut jerked his head sideways. Amy stepped away and watched him collapse to the canvas.
"Get up! Mark, get up!"
She repeated the order again and again as she caught her breath. Kneeling, she kissed Mark and carried him from the ring.