It took a while for Jeff to challenge Josei Bokusa to a match. When asked about it later, Jeff confessed he thought she was too plain looking.
"Until I looked in her eyes when we first spoke at the Amazonia, I didn't see how strong she was."
Emma the Ref waved the fighters together to review the rules. It was routine for both boxers. Jeff was a five year veteran of the Amazonia Boxing Club and though she had only recently joined, Josei had fought mixed matches in Japan before joining "Team Good Girls " in The World Women's Wrestling League out of New York City.
Emma glanced at the muscular, twenty-six year old Josei and nearly wished Jeff pleasant dreams. When the couple touched gloves and returned to their corners, Emma decided guys like Jeff get what they deserve, which wasn't always bad.
"You ready, Jeff?" asked Josei as they traded punches. An excited thought skipped through Jeff's brain.
"Ready for what?"
"What do you think, horn dog!?"
WHAP!
Jeff was aware of the swift turn of Josei's body, placing force behind her right fist, then sharp pain in his face, followed by blanketing sleep.
A few voices trickled down to Jeff, Emma the Ref and Josei's, but they were just sounds. Jeff didn't care.
The blackness evaporated and Jeff felt
horrible. Emma the Ref was in his face, calling his name.
"Emm..."
"Yeah, what is your name?" Emma asked.
"Em..mm..a..."
"No, what is your name?!"
"Jeff..what...?"
"You got KOed. Josei got you with one punch and you were gone."
"How long?" Jeff continued as his vision focused.
"Five minutes. "
"Where's..?"
"Gone." Emma stated. "She watched you get counted out, called you a bunch of stuff in Japanese, and went to the showers. "
Jeff tried standing, but instantly gave up. Emma slipped a hand under each shoulder and, at the count of three, heaved him up.
Both fighters wanted another meeting. The reasons were obvious to Jeff - sexual desire and the will to get even.
Josei had a different story. She knew a rematch with Jeff would end with him slumbering at her feet, where she believed Jeff belonged. But he also turned Josei on.
If Jeff would learn what Josei wanted, she might love him.
"I want to fight you again," Josei told Jeff.
"Why?" Jeff responded, pleased.
"You need a real woman in your life to straighten you out!"
"And you're the right one for me?"
"You'll learn. " stated Josei.
"I will. Saturday, 1 p.m. "
The smile Josei gave him from her corner made Jeff uneasy. The grin increased her "cuteness" and sexual attraction and a voice in Jeff told him not to hit that face.
"Ready to get straightened out, Jeff?" Josei prodded. "I hope so!"
"You don't mind getting knocked out?" responded Jeff. "I don't want to bruise that pretty face!"
Josei gave him a short laugh.
"You do what you do and I'll do what I do."
In round three, Jeff caught a hard right on his jaw, that switched off his brain. When the lights came up again, Josei was straddling his legs, looking Jeff in the eyes. Casually, she was batting her opponent's erection with her gloved fists.
"You got counted out again! And I think you were distracted," Josei whispered as she tilted Jeff's head up. "Have you got Yellow Fever? You couldn't stop looking at my almond eyes and black hair and missed the punch coming."
Josei flexed her biceps before before Jeff's half focused vision.
"Or are you a regular Schmoe? Kiss them!"
Jeff felt the solidity of the muscles beneath Josei's smooth skin. "Maybe both? Maybe?"
Jeff moaned softly.
"Well, you can sleep on it!"
WHAP!
Sleep was a relief for Jeff.
Punching out Jeff's lights, twice, deeply satisfied Josei. Clearly, he had a sexual fetish for Asian women and female bodybuilders. Friends and family members had warned Josei about men like Jeff, all of whom believed Asian women were weak and timid.
Josei grinned at the certainty that Jeff understood she was neither weak nor timid. After encountering these men, Josei realized that those who warned her about "Yellow Fever" victims had ignored the other half of that equation.
"You know I'm going to knock you out cold!" Josei threatened Jeff in the second round of their third bout.
"Yeah?" he replied, savoring the impact of his gloves everytime he connected.
"You might end up in the hospital!"
WHAP! BAP!
Amid the bells ringing in Jeff's skull, Jeff decided it was time to surrender. His right fist swung out, smacking the side of Josei's face. The girl boxer staggered and glared at her male opponent in angry surprise, rubbing her jaw.
WHAP!
Jeff slumped onto the ropes, groggy and defenseless.
"You're going to get all of me you can handle!"
POW!
The next shot made Jeff feel the knock out get closer.
"You are my personal schmoe!" Josei shouted.
Light blazed in Jeff's closing eyes.
"Ready to go!!" Josei whispered to herself and put Jeff out for the night.
