Liz

 

The ring was whirling. Sagged on the top rope, Karen was unaware that her match with Liz was nearly over. But Karen was aware that her body was aching from the three round beating Liz had given it.
"Come on, you!" ordered Liz, clasping Karen's right arm and dog walked her victim to the middle of the canvas. As she stumbled forward slowly, Karen was suddenly very dizzy.
Liz positioned Karen's head so she could look the semiconscious fighter directly in her classy eyes. Liz began measuring out the KO punch.
Both women were good looking blonds, tall and athletic and skilled fighters. Nature had gifted them with long legs and big tits, but Karen's stood out more because of her slightly shorter frame. These qualities made Liz and Karen very attractive to men inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club, which was why this fight happened.
Liz and Karen had both slept with Adam and each decided that belonged to them only. Karen rarely fell for men, but she really enjoyed what Adam did for her in bed. The same applied to Liz, she was not into sharing. So she challenged Karen to a match for the exclusive rights to Adam.
"I'll hit the big titted tart so hard, she'll be out for the weekend!" Liz told Adam the night before the match. "And then you're all mine!"
Adam went along. He decided that being owned by either woman was a small price to pay for getting laid continually.

"You're ready!" Liz asserted, freeing Karen's arm to fall uselessly at her side. Karen smiled stupidly as Liz taunted "Sleep tight, bitch!" Karen wondered why Liz called her that name? A mortar shell detonated on her chin.
The punch sent Karen into the air. Her body arched and her eyes closed without a struggle. She was completely asleep.
An electric thrill raced through Liz - the pleasure of a rival prone at her feet. Liz knew that even Karen deserved a ten count, so Liz removed her gloves, got her iPhone and recorded the defeated Karen.
As Karen's mountainous breasts rose and fell and her hands twitched in the boxing gloves, a sleepy smile curled her red lips.
"Yeah, you like getting beat up by a woman!" said Liz, shipping the video clip of Karen to Adam. Included in the attached message was "This is how much I love you!"

Karen didn't get knocked out for the whole weekend, just ten minutes.
When she came to, alone on her back, she had a headache and a desire to injure Liz.

The first step was to exact the price from Adam, for throwing in with Liz.
Patiently, she waited for Adam to be alone at the Amazonia gym.
"I have something for you, Adam my luv!" Karen teased Adam from the doorway of an unoccupied dressing room.
"Like what?"
Adam couldn't believe his luck.
"Some candy for my favorite boy. Come here!"
The pair had a long kiss. Karen corralled Adam into the dressing room and toward the massage bed, shutting the door behind them.
No one heard the five punches it took to put the hurt on Adam or the one that sent him to dreamland. He was found thirty minutes later, slumped against the wall.

"Heard you hit a dry spell?" Karen taunted Liz in the Amazonia's women's locker room.
When Adam was found beaten senseless, he was sent to the hospital. He had no memory of the attack, which meant Karen was never charged. The rumor that Adam was out of commission sexually for a month spread around the Amazonia. For Karen, the story wasn't a rumor, it was a victory.
When Liz only sneered, Karen went on. "It's tough when your new partner has mobility issues for awhile. It's frustrating!"
"What do you want, Karen?" Liz spat across the room.
"To help you with all that pent up misery...you need a good night's sleep!"
"Name the time and place."
"Saturday night, main ring!"
"Done!"

Emma the Ref doubled checked that the ambulance service was on her contacts list. One of these two is getting hospitalized, Emma thought as she reviewed the rules with Liz and Karen. Or maybe both.
The first two rounds flew by with nothing certain, except that both fighters were very angry.
Liz wanted to repeat her victory as soon and as painfully as possible. She struck Karen hard and frequently. The other blond dodged and blocked as effectively as she could, but learned retreat was a better tactic.
Late in the third, a flash punch hammered the right side of Liz's face. She walked into a wall of black and felt the sensation of stumbling. Liz was supported by Emma's arms when the wall fell away. Her legs were collapsed and feet dragging on the canvas.
"Where?" Liz murmured blankly to Emma, who successfully placed the fighter on her feet.
"What's your name?" asked Emma.
"It's Liz...I can fight!"
Emma studied Liz, asking the boxer three more questions. Emma signaled for the match to continue.

Karen tore into her rattled opponent, working her mid section until shifting to head shots. Worn down, Liz quickly found her strength draining and mental focus fragmenting. Liz eventually fell, crashing loudly at Karen's feet. Liz swam in blissful darkness.
Emma pointed to the neutral corner, where Karen strutted, fists raised in triumph even before the ten count began. Emma and Liz's second, Jasmine, carried the limp fighter to the recovery room.
When she returned to the conscious world, Liz saw she was laying on a bed.
"Shit!" she blurted.