Knocking Out An Amazon

A pretty good crowd, mostly women, turned out for Lisa's match with Jon Amur, which made Amur happy. Having an audience pleased Amur when he was "fighting" girls like Lisa, smaller than him and on the slender side and determined to punch above her weight in the ring with a man. Plus, Lisa called herself "The Amazon" at the Amazonia Boxing Club. All the men at the Club seemed to like her and she liked them back. Those women cheering for Lisa, Amur knew, wanted to see her get knocked out.
Amur's punches became slower and surgically precise in the fourth round, allowing Lisa's supporters to see the painful effect of each impact. Lisa was close to being out on her feet. Numbness was crawling through her body even as she emitted short, soft "ohhhffs" after the alternating head and body shots. The battle was building to a climax.

At age twelve, Lisa saw a Wonder Woman rerun while listlessly channel surfing. Princess Diana was confronting a Nazi pilot about his disrespect toward women and then slugging him on the jaw. The bad guy slumped over, unconscious. The scene sent an electric shock through Lisa.
I could do that! she whispered in her soul.
Her family was already proud of their youngest and only daughter's academic achievements, especially in science and math. But when Lisa added soccer and track to that list, they praised her even more.
It was what Wonder Woman would have done, Lisa thought and she took that notion with her to the women's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University.
There Lisa discovered she liked boxing and men. She was never sure if Wonder Woman shared the second pursuit, but after her third date with Marc from the men's team, Lisa was sure what she liked.
The lovers boxed once they got "serious." Lisa replayed the scene of Wonder Woman and the pilot and fired her knock out punch. Marc toppled to the canvas, out cold.
Ecstatic to see her boyfriend unconscious, sporting a massive erection, Lisa knew she was an Amazon at last.

Lisa clung to that version of an Amazon until she encountered Jon Amur. Boyfriends came and went at yearly intervals. Lisa first made friends with the object of her desire, manipulated him into the ring, and made him sleep. Romance always followed.
Jon Amur was a big change. His presence over whelmed Lisa  with a tidal wave of horniness.
Amur possessed the blue eyes of a tiger, that most women could not ignore. After her first night with Amur, Lisa couldn't even spell the word "amazon." Not only did she voluntarily get in the ring with Jon Amur, she could not wait to do so.

"Lisa, baby, you want it? You ready?"
Lisa could hear Amur's voice and barely understand what he was asking.
Please!, echoed in her mind, take away the...
Amur's right upper cut was sudden and brutal. Lisa's head flew back, her eyes wide at the gym ceiling. Asleep on her feet, Lisa felt and heard nothing, even the shouts calling for Amur to finish her off.
He weighed his options: be cruel or be merciful? Amur decided on the second because Lisa looked was so cute when she was so defenseless.
With a gentle shove to her tits, Amur sent Lisa collapsing to the canvas, where she lay, eyes closed, body limp. Lisa was oblivious to the ten count from Emma the Ref.

Lisa was carried to the recovery room by her friends Amelia and Jasmine. The vanquished Amazon slumbered for five minutes and woke with an aching jaw. Jon Amur, in his street clothes, had just come in to check on her.
"So, you still my girl?" he asked, pulling up a chair beside Lisa.
She considered for a long moment and said "No."