Lisa

Lisa wanted a man to knock her out in a boxing match. In her fantasies, she had the scenario worked out. Lisa was in the ring with a bare-chested, dark haired opponent, his intent eyes staring through her. The stadium they fought in was filled with screaming crowds as this was the World Inter Gender Boxing Championship Bout and Lisa was the challenger.
The Champ and Lisa had a good match and Lisa fought to the best of her ability. But since the sixth round, The Champ had control of the match and was working Lisa over against the ropes with a cascade of head shots and body blows. The start of the ninth and final round found Lisa blocking the torrent of The Champ's punches until one fist slipped through her raised gloves.
BAM!!
All Lisa saw was The Champs sexy smile and the stinging SMACK of a leather boxing glove impacting her face. Then Lisa was flat on the canvas on her back, out cold for the count. The Champ stood over the slumbering challenger as Lisa is counted out by the ref. An unconscious Lisa, grinning happily amid the flashing cameras and whirling vid recorders, is loaded on a stretcher and carried out of the ring.
In reality, Lisa was slow to make her dreams come true. Only recently she started boxing lessons, which disappointed her. All the training and sparring sessions were done with women, with whom Lisa had very little interest in fighting. There were a lot of men at the gym, but they seemed more interested in sex with Lisa than boxing with her. Lisa gave into their advances a few times to relieve the frustration of not getting what she wanted. Often she watched the men in the ring and wondered when it would be her turn.
Ron saw Lisa while he was talking on his cell phone to his girlfriend Miki. Lisa was working the speed bag, concentrating so hard she missed Ron looking her over. As he told Miki when he'd be home and what he'd make for dinner, he studied Lisa's legs in her red shorts and how her athletic top highlighted her developed shoulders and full chest.
Ron and Miki were juniors at Blake Mitchell University, respective members of the school's mens and womens boxing teams. Their relationship was a year and half old and Ron loved Miki, but he joined the same gym as Lisa because he needed a variety of women for boxing and sex. Lisa's toned legs fascinated ron and he pictured her spread out on his bed and on the canvas of a boxing ring.

"Who are you training with?" Ron asked Lisa.
Lisa looked away from the speed bag and her eyes flashed at Ron's curly black hair.
"Donna ...Donna Sloan..I'm Lisa..."
"I'm Ron," Ron answered. "Donna's good, but she holds back her pupils too much. She doesn't think you're ready for a fight, I bet?"
"Yeah, but I feel ready."
Lisa's pretty face glowed at Ron. "How long have you been training?" Ron asked.
"Seven months."
"okay..." Ron studied Lisa's chin and jaw for weaknesses.
"I'm ready...really!" Lisa almost pleaded.
"Yeah you are." said Ron.

Outside the gym Ron and Lisa met a few times. the discussions centered why each had taken up boxing. Lisa was eleven when she saw her first fight and loved to watch big strong men fight each other. She wanted to feel their strength personally.
"I only fight women." Ron said.

They quickly cleared a space in Ron's living room, moving chairs and tables into the kitchen. Lisa kept her eyes on Ron in his gym shorts and ignored the framed pictures of Miki, who was at a sea shore resort where Ron was going the next day.
Finally getting to fight a male unsettled Lisa. Looking at Ron's arms, chest and eyes told Lisa he was stronger than her. What would it feel like? When would the punch that puts her to sleep arrive and how would it feel?
The pair circled, ducking each others punches and then firing back. Ron got closer to Lisa, their lips just touching when he worked her belly. Lisa saw Ron's face tight with determination. With thinking, Lisa backed away from Ron in a joy full terror.
"Where you going Lisa?" Ron strode in pursuit of the staggering girl. "Besides to Dreamland!"
The last three words jolted Lisa and her arms fell in surprise.
WAP!
Ron left upper cut bashed Lisa on the chin. The floor spun up from under her and Lisa heard birds singing. Ron followed through with a left right combo to Lisa's face and a hard gutshot. Agony and shock coiled through the girl's body as her vision began to dim. With massive effort, Lisa raised her arms again, but they seemed listless and limp.
"From the moment I saw you, I knew!" she heard Ron say through her daze as he pushed her arms aside. "What you were looking for!"
The right hook smashed reality in bits for Lisa. Things were getting dar. It's finally happening.....she thought.
WHAM!
Ron repeated his left to the chin and Lisa's head jerked back and then lolled forward. She swayed happily, arms swinging by her waist, her legs transforming into jelly.
Ron's last punch, which put out Lisa's lights, planted her on the couch. She lay there, slumped in dream filled slumber, her entire being content.