Fighter in Love

Alexa was almost ready for her first MMA fight and she was certain Greg was in love with her. There weren't many outward signs. There was lust in his eyes, of course, but Alexa accepted the truth of human biology long ago. Greg, who often worked out along with Alexa at the Amazonia Boxing Club, was curious about her training, how it felt to give and take a punch, and shy she wanted to fight. His questions always sounded sincere, Greg had learned to mask his intense desire for female pugilists.
With no warning one afternoon, Alexa asked Greg if he would like to find out what she was like in the ring. That had been her test. He was rattled slightly and Alexa knew he was genuine.
A few days later, Alexa asked agin, this time with enticing affection in her voice. Greg didn't hesitate.  Alexa reserved a private ring for the following Friday night when the Amazonia would be largely empty.
"Wear those red shorts I see in sometimes," Alex told Greg, who was pleasantly surprised to hear Alexa was keeping track of what he wore.

"Ready, Greg?" she asked when they stood in the ring. "This is gonna hurt! You might get knocked out!"
The question raised possibilities for Greg he had only day dreamed about. In the five years since he joined the Amazonia, Greg had slept with a few female boxers and had been clobbered by a few, also.
But Alexa felt different to him. She was a lean and toned warrioress. Greg kept looking at her chest, feeling that he needed wanted to fall to her strength.
Excitement flared in Greg as Alexa walked toward, slowly, her fists raised. He suddenly couldn't move, which made Alexa laugh to herself.

"You fought women before, right?"  Alexa sounded as if she were asking if Greg had slept with a woman yet. "Been knocked out by a girl? More than one? Every guy who joins the Amazon has."
Three punches within seconds - all head shots - tagged Greg. Reality was scrambled instantly, leaving Greg flat footed and hazy. Alexa waited a moment and then nudged his chest with the bare heel of her right foot. A loud crash followed his impact with the canvas.
Alexa counted ten over Greg, reminded of how even the dumbest jock looked cute when he slept. At "TEN!" she told Greg he was out cold and gave him a long kiss.
Greg came out of it a few minutes later. It took a few minutes for Alexa to get him on his feet and for a few minutes she worried that Greg wasn't in the mood to go back to her apartment.

They were exhausted and content the next morning. Alexa wanted Greg around for awhile, but she knew not to crowd, at this moment, the man she wanted. Alexa was, however, compelled to act as decisively in the bedroom as she did in the ring.
"We need to do this again..." she suggested.
"Oh yes we do..." Greg fixed his mask of calm in place. "You're one strong girl."
"You enjoy that?"
"A lot!"
They embraced in a deep kiss. Greg never felt so blessed to be held by a woman.
Alexa's bare fist cracked hard on Greg's chin. As he eased into sleep, the mask shattered and Greg was in love.