Hope and Sonia - Part One

It was Hope's idea to challenge Marcus Apted.
The game Hope and Sonia played was simple. A male fighter would first take on Hope and, if he won, Sonia. A few guys managed to get through the first round of the two against one, KOs only match, but they fell to Sonia's merciless fists.
Both girls were twenty-four and graduated from Blake Mitchell University, where they were members of the women's boxing team. Sonia was the better fighter of the two. The same idea prompted them to join the Amazonia Boxing Club, but they differed about priorities.
Getting laid edged out beating a man senseless for Hope. The reverse applied to Sonia. The girls found Apted an  attractive prospect because he was twenty-five years older than they were. Tall, fit, and handsome, Apted was adored by all the women at the Amazonia.
"When he smiles, I just can't say no! Ever!"  a former girlfriend told Sonia. Often that seductive smile was the last thing many female opponents saw before the impact of Apted's powerful right put them out for the count.
Unknown to most of his friends, Marcus Apted was a professional thief. Apted never admitted it, but his lover and protege in crime, Paula, was the most important woman in his life. He wanted a woman he could train in his profession and sleep with. Paula knew that and recognized what the challenge match with Hope and Sonia was: an attempt to steal what belonged to her.

Hope stepped through the ropes first, throwing punches in the air, pretending to ignore Apted. Across the ring, he sized her up and decided to end it quickly. Hope was slender, with smallish breasts and short hair, half dyed white.
"How fast are you going to put her down?" Paula whispered in Apted's ear. Hope wasn't very threatening to her.
"I don't know," replied Apted. He was already mentally removing Hope's clothing. "A tap on the chin will put her away."
At the bell, Apted and Hope came out, gloves up. The brief waltz before the punches landed gave Apted a chance to really lust for his opponent, who was already doing the same herself. Hope loved how much bigger and taller Apted seemed, how he towered over her. When they started trading leather, Hope got off on accepting the force of each punch like they were lover's caresses.
Apted liked women with more in the chest, like Paula, but Hope would be fine. Recognizing the wide-eyed awe she radiated when they were fighting close, Apted became more aggressive. He pinned Hope on the ropes in round two, punishing her yielding body.

"Hope! Sweetheart?" Apted said, tenderly, letting up on the punches. Hope looked around for who was calling her name. Apted pushed up her pert chin with his glove until Hope was looking up at him. "Nighty-night!"
The punch hurled Hope down a bright tunnel of shinny, multi colored stars and swirling pinwheels. Then she went to sleep on the canvas, her skull teeming with stars and explosions of color. Emma the Ref thumbed the slumbering girl's eyes after finishing the ten count.
"She's stone out cold," Emma said, waving in Cathy and Kaylee, who set a stretcher next to Hope. They lifted the skinny girl onto the stretcher, covering her gloved hands on her crotch.
An expression of real concern crept over Sonia's face as her partner was carried past on her way to the recovery room.
"Hope will be fine! It was just a love tap!" Apted joked to Sonia. "She'll be okay when she comes back from dreamland, just like you'll be!"

Hope and Sonia - Part Two

Thirty minutes after Apted knocked Hope out cold, Sonia stood in the ring. She went with Hope as the blond fighter was carried to the recovery room. Using smelling salts, the incapacitated girl was brought back to consciousness, but at first she didn't recognize Sonia and believed Apted had proposed to her while she was unconscious.
"I'm certain he did!"  insisted Hope, dreamily.
"Marcus Apted knocked you out for the count, which you slept through!" Sonia explained. "And then Apted and his slut Paula laughed while you were carried off!"
Sonia knew the truth would hurt, but Hope needed to hear it from a friend.
"Why can't I get laid?!" Hope complained.
You get laid plenty, Sonia decided after leaving Hope to be examined by a nurse.

Putting on her gloves, Sonia said "Ready when you are!" to Apted as they squared off. She concealed her fear behind a mask of determination. Watching Hope get thoroughly pasted by Apted was worrying enough, but Sonia knew he was undefeated at the Amazonia Boxing Club. How was she going to be any different?
Apted immediately exchanged punches with Sonia seconds after the bell. He felt faint regret that he was about to knock out this challenger. Sonia was in better shape than her predecessor and was also a more skilled fighter. A fact Apted experienced as the rounds progressed and decided to terminate things a little earlier than he wanted. A shame, Apted thought, Sonia has dark hair and Apted really went for brunettes.
In round four, Apted moved in to finish the match. He suddenly hit Sonia hard, pounding her body, throwing head shots that rattled the fighter, making her stumble from Apted's fists.
A few more punches battered Sonia before she found herself trapped in a corner. An upper cut threw Sonia into the turnbuckle. She pushed forward, her gloves pressing on Apted's arms, holding him back.
"Wait!...Okay..." Sonia gasped. "I know...you're about to put me to sleep...I deserve it!...but just let...me. ask something..."
"What?" asked Apted.
"Fuck me when I come to...please...?"
"Why sure..."
BAM!
Marcus Apted never saw or even felt Sonia's upper cut. All her strength went into it, turning off the lights in Apted's skull. He crumpled listlessly to the canvas, sprawling on his back.
Emma the Ref began the ten count, while Paula and Sonia were both dumbstruck by what happened. For the first time in the Club's history, Apted was knocked out by a female.
As the numbers Emma shouted got close to "TEN," Sonia broke into a victory dance, which propelled her in circles around the slumbering fighter. For a chump who had been sucker punched into Dreamland, the defeated Apted looked pretty handsome to Sonia.
"Your winner in a two against one match by a total knockout," cried Emma the Ref. "Sonia!"
The victor did another orbit around the prone male, her fists in the air. Paula had flung herself to her lover and, with Emma the Ref, began checking his vitals. When she looked up, Paula saw Sonia with her back turned to them, accepting the praise of  some adoring spectators.
"Let's get Marcus to the recover room!" Emma the Ref said, placing the stretcher beside Apted. 
 "In a minute." Paula's voice was flat and determined.
Grasping Sonia by her shoulders, Paula spun the young fighter around until Sonia stood directly in front of her.
"Hey, bitch, what's wrong with you...?"
"Treacherous little...!"
WHACK!
With all her anger and love for Apted, Paula slugged Sonia across her jaw. The younger woman fell into the ropes, danced forward and went to the canvas, face down, landing inches from her victim.
"That was my man you fucked with!" Paula shouted in the silent ring and strode back to Emma the Ref.
They loaded Apted onto the stretcher and carried him to the recovery room.

A week after the match, Apted spent the night with Hope.