Four Down and Out

There was a satisfaction for Greg seeing Kaylee inert on the mattress. The slumbering blond, in her shorts and tank top, was very attractive, even though brunettes were his first choice – like Paula and Cathy who were Kaylee’s seconds for the private boxing match.
His next challenger, Desiree, stood in her corner, where Paula and Cathy rubbed her shoulders and encouraged their fighter.
Desiree was furious.
The expression she showed Greg did nothing to hide her anger. She and Desiree had become close friends since Kaylee’s marriage broke up. Rumors around the Amazonia Boxing Club stated the women had also been lovers at one point. And Greg did an extensive job of getting Kaylee ready to be unconscious; forcing the girl onto the ropes and beating her till she was exhausted. Greg admitted to himself that Kaylee had more stamina than expected, but she was out cold before the fourth round.
As the fighters opened up on each other at the bell, Greg admired Desiree’s physicality. Lean and shorter than either himself or defeated partner, with well developed biceps, Desiree’s fighting skills were formidable. The punches stung Greg, who had to blink and shake his head to clear away the stabbing pain. Counter punching should have slowed the diminutive brawler, but getting smacked simply increased Desiree’s feeling of being challenged.
Very quickly, Greg tired of being needled. He began watching the way Desiree threw punches and moved around the ring. She’s fighting through being tired, Greg discovered. And she’s not watching me. Greg swung high with his right to Desiree’s head. When she shifted to block the punch, Greg threw a left directly to her upper abdomen, hammering the solar plexus. Desiree gasped as her entire face jammed onto her nose. Greg’s right launched again, connecting with Desiree’s jaw, tossing her sideways. Hands extended outward, Desiree tried to stop her descent, but her ankles folded and she crashed on the canvas.
Tumbling onto her back, Desiree glanced around the ring in total confusion, until Cathy appeared above her, calling out numbers, slowly and loudly. Twice Desiree tried to sit up. On the third, Desiree succeed and moved with deliberation to her feet, ignoring Cathy’s voice telling her to “go slow!”
Greg moved back, allowing Desiree to focus and raise her fists. He crowded Desiree immediately after Cathy yelled “Fight!”
Skillfully, he pressed Desiree into the ropes, surgically pounding her torso, aiming to wear her out completely. Desiree huddled into a crouch, but Greg’s insistent clouting cleared her arms with ease. Thirty seconds of punishment elapsed and then Greg stopped to survey his work.
Desiree, still weakly guarding her midsection and head, sank on the top rope. Her arms were now too heavy to keep raised and, when they fell away, Greg slugged Desiree on the jaw.
A long moan came from the girl. She suddenly went numb and groggy at once. Reality began running down for Desiree.
Greg placed his left glove under Desiree’s dimpled chin. His right curved down below his waist and then flew up, slamming Desiree’s skull a second time.
Desiree’s eyes were just slits.
“OOOOOFFFF!!” Desire blurted as the third impact. Her limbs seemed to liquefy as Desiree took a few, dancing steps toward Greg. The last punch ejected consciousness from her being and spun her into perfect blackness. Desiree landed on her back, motionless.
“I’m not bothering with a count,” said Cathy, clearly disgusted with Greg’s brutality, as she climbed into the ring. “Help me here, Paula.”
Paula stood wide-eyed at Greg.
“Paula, help me with Diz,” Cathy repeated.
Both girl carried the knocked out Desiree to the mattress next to Kaylee’s and removed Desiree’s boxing gloves.
“Know what you are, Greg?!” Cathy demanded, thumbing open Desiree’s eyelids.
Greg knew exactly what he was: a bully. In the last ten minutes, he bulldozed his way through two mixed boxing matches, leaving a pair of women flattened and out like a light in his wake. Watching Cathy slip a pillow under Desiree’s head, Greg decided to make it a trio.
“Yeah, I’m a bully.”
He moved at Cathy, who stood instantly to confront him. Paula felt her heart beat faster, entranced by the confrontation.
“I’m not afraid of you, Greg!” declared Cathy.
“Good.”
WHAP!
The left hook turned Cathy in a circle and then dropped her on the mattress beside Desiree.
“Did you like that, Paula?” asked Greg, his voice and movements becoming gently seductive.
Paula tried speaking, but could only nod. She made a hesitant retreat while Greg surged in her direction.
“That’s why you came tonight, they didn’t need you as a second,” Greg suggested. “You knew full well I’d knock Kaylee and Desiree out cold and Cathy was desert.
Paula barely whispered “Yeah…” when she bumped against the side of the ring.
“You wanted to see a man like me beat them up?”
Greg wrapped Paula in a long embrace and kiss that she never resisted. “You’re really happy seeing Cathy out cold?”
Paula was nearly out of breath. Greg started to pull his arm back, but Paula grabbed his fist and brought it up to her face. Smiling at the boxing glove as if worshiping an idol, Paula kissed it, feeling the fist beneath the padding.
Greg wished his captive “Pleasant dreams!”
Paula’s eyes closed at the wallop and she melted into Greg’s arms, her head resting on his right shoulder.