MK Gets Clobbered

"You'll enjoy it," Max told Jena, who trusted his judgment. When they were together, he always knew which female opponents would be the biggest pleasure for Jena to beat senseless. Those victories made Jena want and love Max more. It was one of the reasons Jena regretted breaking up with Max.
"She's short, shorter than me," Jena pointed out and she and Max watched MK Skywalker sparring at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Max agreed. "But MK is strong and fast. She'll give you a good fight."
"Before I cream the bitch?"
All the qualities Max described in MK were on display at that moment, along with cockiness. He felt strongly about MK, having boxed with her a month earlier and fighting with an older man excited MK intensely. She provoked him with teasing remarks like "golden oldie" and being "an gray hair." Max allowed the fight to reach the fourth round and began working MK over. The blows were damagingly precise.
MK began clinching her adversary, but Max always pushed her away and resumed his beating. A glassy sheen, obvious to Max, shown in MK's eyes and he knew she was hoping to be knocked cold. with an abrupt shove, Max wedged MK into a corner and launched a thirty second barrage on her belly and head.
When he let up, MK barely stood up. In her eyes was the same craving he saw in women who wanted a lover's touch. "You want this, don't you?" he said.
MK nodded fitfully.
"You are going to be so knocked out, missy! I think you're about to cum!"
The from the floor upper cut jerked MK from her feet. A powerful orgasm tore through MK. After he counted her out, Max left MK fast asleep on the canvas.

A bout with Jena excited MK even more than the one with Max did. MK liked black women with melon shaped breasts and in the says leading up to the bout, she fantasied about how Jena was going to knock her out. Over and over MK rubbed into her mind was the image of  Jena's glove hurtling her across the ring on her back, like in a cartoon, skidding to a halt in her corner, out cold and smiling.

While Emma the Ref reviewed the rules thoroughly for both fighters, MK fell hard for her challenger.
"You ladies understand what I sad?"
"Yeah." said Jena, looking straight at MK.
"Yes!" the slightly shorter Asian girl affirmed.
"Hey, little girl...?"
"What?" MK answered Jena.
"Good night."
POW!
The lights switched off in MK's brain. Emma and Kaylee, MK's second, caught their friend inches from the canvas. They carried the limp girl back to her folding chair and revived her.

"Batgirl...more tongue...please..." MK sighed as her eyes opened. "Hey?! What happened?"
"Jena suckered you." Kaylee told MK, who was blinking her vision into focus. "Is the fight over?"
"Only if you want it to be." Emma suggested.
Shaking her head, MK stood up. "I have a date with this girl and I'm keeping it!"
For two rounds, Jena worked on MK, wearing her down slowly and it didn't take long for the punches to have an effect. By the end of the second, MK felt all the strength felt beat out of her. MK's reactions slowed and she could barely fend off the black girl who was roping her into a corner.
In round three, Jena slammed a right hook to MK's skull, snapping it, along with MK's body, sideways, in an almost comic stagger. Jena pushed MK's head back into target position and delivered an upper cut.
Darkness crowded MK's brain. In the interminable wait as the third punch came her way, MK loved Jena, especially her tormentor's full breasts.
BAM!!
MK was flung into the corner. Jena moved toward her so slowly that MK hoped, as she felt her legs begin to cave, that she would be safely on the canvas, before the big girl inflicted more punishment.
The hard left to MK's midsection crushed that hope.
Now she barely saw Jena. Nothing came from the half conscious Asian girl except 'ooofffsss" and "uuuuhhhh"s as Jena's struck with surgical precision. MK felt the knock out coming and when it arrived on a phantom left, it felt like a lover's embrace.
Landing on her knees in front of Jena, MK's eyes fluttered and closed. Her expression went blank and Mk pitched to the canvas, hitting face down, lips twisted, allowing MK's pretty pink tongue to peek out between parted teeth.

While MK recovered in the ICU, Jena gave Max the best night they ever  had, Early the next morning, as Max enjoyed his orgasm induced slumber, Jena replayed in her imagination little MK being carried from the ring after Emma the Ref declared her out cold.