Djelisa

Djelisa was looking for a man and she was serious. Looking back I guess I was serious, too.
Unlike a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Djelisa wasn't someone I looked at as just another probable lay. Going in I knew she was a good fighter, better than me and I would get my ass kicked. Djelisa was a woman I wanted more with, but what that "more" was I didn't know until we fought.
Like many women at the Amazonia, Djelisa had to box a man before anything else could happen between them. And she needed an audience.
Twenty of her female friends crammed around the ring for our fight. I knew a few from previous relationships, including Nicole.
"You know Will, Djelisa is dying to flatten you." whispered Nicole in my ear as she rubbed my neck and shoulders. I had talked her into being my second.
"Think so?" I asked, amused.
"You taking a dive so you can get laid?"
"Not if I can knock Djelisa out cold I won't!"
As Emma the Ref outlined the rules of the match, Djelisa smiled at me and nodded.
"Understand Will?" Emma asked me.
"Oh yeah."
"Clear to you, Djelisa?"
"I'm going to knock hammer dick here out cold!" Djelisa was speaking directly to me. "Ever get beaten up by a girl?"
It was my turn to smile. "Plenty."
We touched gloves and I watched Djelisa walk her cute ass back to her corner.

Djelisa was throwing punches from the start of round one. I ducked and swerved, laughing at her efforts.
As the punches exploded on each other's bodies, Djelisa kept on her game face, but her eyes were throughly alive.
When I saw an opening, I slipped to the right to land a shot to her side. I felt a sledge hammer bust my head. The ring blurred and then nothing.
I heard women shouting my name and felt the sensation of being lifted.
"Hey, champ!" bounced off the walls of my slumber and Nicole was in my face. I could only think of Nicole's tits and how her ass felt when I held her during sex.
"Nicole?....Let me hit it once more...come on...."
"No, Will, wake up!" Nicole passed smelling salts by my nose.
"What? Where...?"
"In your corner because Djelisa punched you out and only the bell saved you."
Across the ring, Djelisa's look said "Let's finish what I started!" Nicole read the look, too. "It should be obvious, Will, that Djelisa just doesn't want you, she wants you to lose to her!"
Emma the Ref waved us back at the bell.
"This is over now!" my opponent informed me.
"Sure is!"
We never danced away from each other. I was determined on knocking Djelisa out before she did the same to me. The aching frenzy to inflict pain consumed us like sexual lust.
My right swooped up, tagging Djelisa's chin. A left blasted her her jaw. She staggered a few seconds, arms dangling uselessly, eyes rolled up at the ceiling lights.  djelisa landed on her back, arms out and she went to sleep.
From a nuetral corner, I watched the count reach seven before the bell clanged.
Two bikini clad Asian girls stepped into the ring and carried the limp fighter back to her corner. A minute passed before Djelisa was completely revived.
I was irritated at not finishing her off, but rage emanated from Djelisa's eyes as she came at me. Getting laid out was clearly not in her plans for this bout.
Fists bashed all over me, but I absorbed the abuse. I could feel the right moment looming like a storm. For a few moments, Djelisa left her head exposed and I landed my right. I thought how great this beauty would look prone on the canvas and I heard an explosion.
Reality stopped. Both Djelisa and I were both in a deep KO daze from punches launched at the same instant.
Djelisa's eyes glanced upward expectantly and vanished behind closed lids. Tottering once, Djelisa toppled to the right, landing on her side.
She's so fuckable, I thought, feeling light headed amid the shouts of the spectators. Bitch knocked me out, I told myself and I was on the canvas.
Emma called out "Two!"
I admired Djelisa's firm thighs, the only thing I could make out through the blurr flooding my vision.
"Seven!" echoed down to me, folowed by blackness.
Djelisa and I had knocked each other unconscious.
Emma, I was told later, went on with the ten count though it was clear neither Djelisa and I were going to answer it.
Nicole and the Asian bikini girls carried two stretchers into the ring and carefully lifted us onto them. With Emma's help, they carried us to our dressing rooms amid boos and cheers.

Two days after the match, Djelisa caught up with me to see how I was doing. We admitted that we had both been unable to stop thinking about each other since recovering from our mutual trip to dreamland.
At some point during the night while we fucked, I discovered what the "more" was I wanted. I fell in love with Djelisa.
I woke the next morning to find Djelisa straddling me like I was a throughbred and she was the jockey. "You in love with me, Will?"
"Hell yes I am!"
"Good boy!" Djelisa kissed me and slugged me on the chin. As I faded away, I heard her say:" Because I own you now!"

Aurora

A drunken argument lead to a brawl, not out of the ordinary for Aurora once she exceeded the four beer safety limit.
She began abusing Cathy, who Aurora never liked, saying: "You don't know how to satisfy Marc, that's why he has two women..what's her name..Miss Big Tits...?"
Cathy, who cohabited with Marc and Paula, leapt to her feet, swinging at Aurora, who ducked.
The drunken female boxer countered with two shots to Cathy's mid-section and a follow-up to her face, sending the smaller girl sprawling on a picnic table, populated by other members of the Amazonia Boxing club who were consuming wine, beer, chicken and cheeseburgers.
The catfight went on for two more minutes, until Aurora seperated Cathy from her senses with a solid right. As she stood iover her unconscious victim, Aurora heard Marc's voice behind her.
"Hey bitch!"
A strong male hand pulled Aurora around, revealing a very angry Marc. The room exploded into darkness.
When she woke the next morning with a pounding hangover, Aurora learned that Cathy had been taken to the emergency room.
"Marc says he wants to settle matters with you at the Amazonia," Desiree, Aurora's friend, explained.
And that was how Aurora found herself in a boxing ring, facing Marc. Alone.
As she learned at the party, Marc could throw a very effective punch. Aurora also noted he was about twenty pounds heavier than her and that that weight was all muscle. She thought he looked pretty sexy, but any horniness Aurora felt couldn't distract her. Marc was still very angry.
Aurora had hoped that Cathy's release from the hospital with no permanent injury might have mellowed Marc, but that was not the case. The way he told Aurora he was going to "make you cry before I make you sleep" convinced the girl pugilist that a hospital bed was in her immediate future.
"Okay, Marc, okay!" Aurora tried to sound repentant and concilitory as she approached Marc. "You're gonna punch my lights out. And after what I did to Cathy, I don't blame you."
Aurorda stepped directly in front of Marc. "There's just one thing I want before you knock me out."
"What?" growled Marc.
Aurora flashed her best bedroom eyes. A jolt went through Marc.
"I always wanted to give you...you know..lip service.."
Not waiting for Marc, Aurora began kissing his chest, working down his body until she reached his crotch. "I'll never have this chance again!" Aurora pressed her lips to the erection already growing in his shorts. "Please?"
Marc started to work his trunks down, but Aurora gently took the waistband and drew the garment to Marc's feet.
Aurora let the massive penis rub against her face and then took it lovingly into her mouth. Instinctively, Marc's gloved hands pressed the back of her head.
"Oh yeah....you...know...!"
Aurora sucked lustily, transporting Marc to orgasm as quickly as she could. Marc yelled and gasped as he came in Aurora's throat.
Aurora pulled his trunks back up as March sagged against the turnbuckle.
"That was fucking incredible, sweetheart!" he said, gently rubbing the top of her head.
"You're welcome, Marc!" Aurora replied as she stood on her feet. She kissed him hard on the lips and slammed home a from-the-hip right upper cut.
Marc was out. He wavered on his feet, smiling at Aurora.
"Nighty-night, lover!" Aurora whispered as Marc plumetted to the canvas, face first, out cold.
Aurora walked out of the ring.

Power Girl

It was a few years into her crime fighting career that Power Girl realized how much she enoyed punching men.
The illumination came the day she thwarted Dr. Rabour's evil plan to transform the entire nation's water supply into lime jello. Power Girl, known as Marianne Austen in civilian life, had easily destroyed Dr. Rabour's Fembots and defeated his partner Cassandra and her hench girls, The Bad Kittens. in single combat, that resulted in smashed furniture and the unconscious women slumped in a corner.
"Alright, Power Girl, enough. You have me!" Dr. Rabour extended his clinched hands in surrender.
"I do?" Power Girl felt surprised and turned on.
"Yes. You foiled my insane plot, defeated my Fembots and trounced my girlfriend and her sexy minons! Put the cuffs on already!"
"Oh yeah?"
Power Girl approached the evil genius carefully. This was their fifth, battle-to-the-finish confrontation, but Power Girl finally noticed how good looking Dr. Rabour was, how his brown eyes pierced her and made her horny.
Face to face with her nemisis, Power Girl slugged him hard on the chin. The villian's head shot back. After emitting a long, heavy sigh, he hit the floor next to Cassandra and the Bad Kittens.
Laughing giddily, Power Girl reported the capture of Dr. Rabour to Justice Force HQ, excitement riddling her body. While she waited for the transport squad to arrive, she stared adoringly at Dr. Rabour laying at her feet.

Explaining that she wanted to interrogate Dr. Rabour persoanlly, Power Girl had him transfered to one of the isolated holding cells at Justice Force HQ. After disconnecting the security camera, she ordered Dr. Rabour to sit on the table.
At first the prisoner was confused and worried. Robour knew Justice Force did not use torture to get information, but the gleam in Power Girl's eyes was unsettling.
"Don't fret, Dr. Rabour," Power Girl said, pressing the captive flat on his back and mounting him. "This will be fun for both of us!"
Power Girl kissed Rabour forcefully.
"Uh....Power Girl?,,,,I'm a villian, you know that, right...."
"Shut up, Doctor, and get me undressed!"

They fucked for an hour.
"I can see why Cassandra fought so ferociously for you, Doctor!"
Power Girl had just slipped on her underwear and was stepping into her body suit. "You're a great fuck, Dr. Rabour!"
All the bad guy could do was look at Power Girl in post coital happiness. She gave him another kiss.
"See ya!" she exclaimed.
WHAP!!
The left hook connected perfectly with Rabour's chin, stretching him out on the table. Power Girl kissed her unconscious lover and walked out of the cell.

From that day, Power Girl throughly beat up any male opponent. Even men who worked for Justice Force were targeted.
Max Haig, invovled with Power Princess and Agent Miki, enthusiastically took Power Girl's challenge to box. For two rounds she worked Max over and then put him out. A week later, when he was released from the Justice Force enfirmary, Max spent the night with Power Girl.

And then Power Girl fell in love. The object of her desire was Nicholas Ferras, master thief and forger who had eluded Justice Force for years. The emotion hit Power Girl suddenly as she was scanning the data base of wanted criminals and Ferras' picture appeared. Power Girl suddenly envisioned Ferras unconscious on the canvas of a boxing ring, with a nasty black eye. She knew she found her soul mate and she knew what she had to do.

At a press conference for their upcoming bout, Power Girl and Ferras answwered questions from the media.
Power Girl explained the televised, pay per view event's porceeds would go to charity. "And also, if I win this fight, and I will, Nick Ferras must abandon his life of crime."
Ferrars told reporters that he agreed to these terms for a simple reason: he was going to win.
"When Power Girl first reached out to me about this charity event, I have to admit I was surprised," explained the sauve crook. "But it is for some good causesand it will be an honor to box with so great a public figure as Power Girl!"
A round of applause greeted Ferras' remark.
"And as I have already informed Power Girl, this will all end with her knocked out!"
A peal of laughter followed, but Power Girl smiled confidently. cameras swarmed around the pair for publicity shots. Still smiling, Power Girl leaned back slightly and whispered to Ferras:
"I'm going to knock your ass out!" she purred. "When we're done, you are mine!"

 Ten thousand fight fans, mostly women, crowded the Oring Sports Center on the campus of Blake Mitchell University for the match. A massive cheer went up for Power Girl when she entered the ring, dressed in a skimpy red and blue outfit, along with blue boxing gloves.
Heckling and boos greeted Nicholas Ferras' appearance, but with his usually affected indifference, he waved to the crowds arrogantly. Seeing Power Girl in uniform stopped Ferras in his tracks. As much as Power Girl was in love with him, he was in lust for her.
Power Girl saw that in Ferras' eyes and used it to her advantage. For the first two rounds, Power Girl beat up the distracted bad guy. In the third, she pinned him on the ropes and began the serious effort of knocking him out. The audience screamed with every punch the female justice fighter punished Ferras with.
By the fourth round, Nichols Ferras was out on his feet, a purple shiner on his right eye. Power Girl steadied her soul mate in the center of the ring and kissed him, driving the crowd insane. She leaned toward his ear as she'd done at the press conference.
"I told you this was going to happen, Nicholas," Power Girl whispered. "You ready to be knocked out cold?"
Ferras, barely able to stand, groaned.
"I love you, Nick, I really do!" Power Girl told him.
BAM!!
The upper cut lifted Ferras a few inches off the canvas. For a few seconds, Ferras felt he was floating in a galaxy for bright stars and then he just relaxed into sleep. Ferras never felt himself strike the canvas at Power Girl's feet.

Reporters saw Power Girl enter Ferras' house a few days after the match. That was a Friday. She did not emerge again until late Sunday evening, stating that she spent the weekend helping Nicholas Ferras recover from his devastating loss. Power Girl seemed happy and giggled often while talking to the media. A day later, a very content Nicholas Ferras announced Power Girl had accepted his marriage proposal. 

Helena the Knockout

Marc readily agreed to a knock outs only wrestling match. Looking over Helena, who had challenged him, he felt certain they'd end up fucking.
Helena had white blond hair from a bottle and pouty lips. When Helena spoke, her voice fell from her tongue carelessly, like she was only partially concerned with what went on around her. This was only her attitude. Helena cared very deeply about things that gave her pleasure and wrestling men to knock out was one of them.
Helena chose her wardrobe for the match to ensure Marc's constant horniness: a skimpy white bra and underwear with matching fishnet stockings. She knew that for guys with the particular look Marc had in his eyes that the fish nets were the clincher.
The couple smacked and threw each other around the ring Helena had rented at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Helena used her fists relentlessly on Marc and acted shocked when he finally punched her back.
"Marc?! What was that?" Her face was wide with false outrage. "You just hit me!"
WHAP!
Suddenly Marc was on his back, looking up through blinking eyesat the skinny girl standing over him, delicate hands on her hips.
"You awake, Marc?"
 "Ah...yeah..."
Actual dissapointment crowded Helena's face. "Okay then...get up!"
Marc got to his feet with caution and they wrestled a little more.
Unti the giddy, warm feeling began to simmer in Helena. The excitement would rapidly boil inside her and then Helena would know it was time.
She stung her victim with a sudden back hand slap across his face. As Marc squinted in pain, Helena rammed her elbow directly under his chin. She slipped behind her disoriented opponent and moved her right arm under his jaw and linked its hand with her left bicep. Pulling Marc against her, Helena tightened her arms, laying her free hand on top of his head.
"Just relax now, Marc, you're going to sleep....!"
Marc flung his arms all around, hoping to catch Helena's hair or arms,which made her laugh flirtingly. The giddiness was consuming her completely.
Marc groaned as his struggling slowed down. He felt his knees wobble and then give out, one at a time.
"Going out already,Marc?" Helena spoke in his ear. "Little boy going tosleep?"
When his ass finally touched the canvas, Marc was already going under. His breathing slowed down and his limbs were leaden. "Didn't think these skinny arms could trap you, did you champ?"
Helena squeezed Marc's throat tighter. Spots danced  in his eyes and then bled together.
Marc no longer directed his thoughts. Instead they drifted and he daydreamed of Helena naked on her back, kissing her worshipfully, fucking her hungrily. Then the vision disappeared into blackness.
Helena cruelly flexed her biceps once more into Marc's neck and the settled her unconscious victim on teh canvas.
The joy she felt everytime she knocked a male out coldwashed throug her, drowning a strong compulsion to blow Marc or administer a vigorous handjob to the purple hard on threatening to tear through the front of his shorts.
Helena decided to wait. What she wanted from Marc was best delivered while he was awake.

When Marc emerged from sleep, his eyes flickered until they focused on Helena, sitting only a few feet away. The blond was in her corner, perched on a wooden stool, legs crossed in a suggestive "T" while her arms rested regally on the middle ropes. She reclined on the turnbuckle with easy authority.
"You awake, Marc? Back from dreamland?"
Marc could only groan.
Helena stood and undid her bra,letting it fall from her hands. "How's my baby?" she asked, walking slowly to Marc, inwardly happy that his stiffy had persisted while he was out cold.
Stepping over his waist, she unsnapped her fish net stocking and removed her underwear.
Marc's brain focused rapidly. His hands worked down his shorts. Helena knelt down and took Marc's elongated penis inside her.
For thirty minutes they fucked, Helena riding her lover like a he was donkey to be spurred anytime her showed signs of slowing down. When they finished, both completely satisfied, Helena climbed out of the saddle. She walked,somewhat unsreadily, to her corner, picked up a gym bag and returned. Helena sat down hard her lover's stomach.
"Hey, pay attention honey stick!" ordered Helena, slapping Marc's face sharply. "I'm going toknockyou out again. And this time, you'll be out for awhile."
Marc began to object, but Helena silenced his feeble words by pressing shut his lips with her fingers.
"Shhhhh, sweetheart...I won't be here when you wake up, I'm sorry."
Helena gave Marc a long kiss to make up for the disssapointment she saw in his eyes. With business-like swiftness, she opened the gym bag and took out a red boxing glove. She pulled it slowly on her right hand in front of the awe struck Marc.
"I really like you, Marc, you're sweet guy and a great fuck!" She pulled her glove behind her head. "Now Marc, this is gonna hurt...alot!"
BAM!!
Marc floated in a universe of stars, multicolored and bright. Then he was perfectly asleep.
As she pulled off the boxing glove, an uncontrolable energy burst into her being: she had fallen in love with Marc. The orgasm that pulsed through her body made her scream.
"Whore! Fucking whore!" she yelled in Marc's face and kissed him again.
When she recovered, Helena took a black sharpie marker from the gym bag and inscribed her cell phone number on the front of the boxing glove, drawing a heart pierced by an arrow around the seven digits.
Helean redressed herself and rested the boxing glove on Marc's bare chest.
The cell number was the first thing he saw when he came around, alone, an hour later.  

Catgirl Got Me

Catgirl had threatened to knock me out for awhile.
"No matter where you go, honey, or where you run," she told me. "I'm going to clobber you!"
Catgirl gave me a long, very sexual kiss. "And you'll never know when to expect it!"
And then she was gone.
This was how Catgirl showed affection to a male. Most of her victims reported catching a tranq dart in the neck or a sap from behind. But if she thought you were special, you were taken by direct assault. As I learned, she was really smitten with me.
After a few weeks of recieving from Catgirl Valentine cards, roses and an emailed erotic cartoon of a male boxer unconscious on a bed with a woman standing in triumph over him, it happened.
Catgirl was waiting in my livingroom when I came home from work.
"Hello, lover, you ready?"
Catgirl was tall and fit in her jet black body suit, complete with cat's ears cowl. I stood speechless, hypnotized like a small animal entranced by a cobra by her evil smile and the black boxing gloves she was wearing .
"You like these, don't you?" Catgirl purred seductively, holding up her gloved hands. "I know what kind of man you are...boxing gloves on a woman give you a stiffy! Especially if you know she's going to use them to knock you out cold!" We embraced and kissed. "Especially if you know...she loves you..."
My heart raced, I could barely breath. Catgirl flicked off the light in the room and pressed her lips to my ear, whispering in a voice as slow and smooth as honey: "Sweet dreams..."
Hard, brutal punches fell all over my head and body. Stars exploded and pinwheeled everywhere. When the lights came back on, I stood in a KO daze, wanting very badly to make love to Catgirl but I was way too groggy to move.
Then I passed out, dropping into Catgirl's welcoming arms.
For ten minutes, I dreamed I was having a three-way with Catgirl and a tall blond I knew named Allison, who had an ample chest and fine, long legs. Both women wore nothing but those eye masks a dom might wear.
I regained consciousness laying on my own bed. Just like in my dream, Catgirl wore nothing but her cat mask. We fucked all night long.
The next morning, Catgirl knocked me out with a breast smoother and carried me back to her secret lair.

Gentleman Johnny Meets His Match

John Gowan, professional thief employed by the Sisterhood of Evil, was best known as "Gentleman Johnny."
Executing free lance assignments for the all female crime syndicate Johnny often tangled with agents of Justice Force. In dealing with the operatives of this all female crime fighting organization, he did the best he could to live up to his nickname.
Skilled in stealth tactics, Gentleman Johnny used tranq darts when he could to subdue the opposition. If he encountered a new Justice Force agent, he would apply a neck pinch, easing the newbie crime fighter to the ground as she rapidly lost consciousness.
He took off the kid gloves for the seasoned pros such as Agent Miki and Lady Puma. All they felt was the black jack striking the back of their heads and then nothing for the next few hours. If the victim didn't wear a cowl like BAtgirl did, Gentleman Johnny dispacthed them with a neck chop.
Johnny couldn't always be a complete gentleman, but he did the best he could. To that end, he always left a thornless, long stemmed red rose with each of his victims, inserted lovingly in their always ample cleavage.

One time Justice Force tried to throw Gentleman Johnny a curve ball. Learning of his plan to rob the safe at First Gotham Bank, 20 agents were dispatched to thwart his scheme. Seeing the trap laid for him, Johnny instead flooded the safe room with knockout gas. In minutes, all the Justice Force agents were slumbering.
When the gas dissapated, Johnny deposited a rose with each felled bauty and withdrew everything of value from the safe.
As he made for the exit, Gentleman Johnny glimpsed  Sonia Turgenev, known as Tiger Girl, a veteran member of Justice Force. He was utterly enthralled seeing how Sonia appeared to be kissing the red petals of the rose he placed between her tits.

Sonia recalled the sensation of lips pressing against her own even though shwas compeltely out of it. A week later she ran the security footage of the agents being gased. When she saw she was the only one to get a kiss from Johnny along with the rose, a joly racked her. Sonia fell in love with Gentleman Johnny and she vowed to end his career in crime for good.

Johnny was just as throughly in love with Sonia. He found keeping company with female law breakers, over the long term, was emotionally frustrating. He had had flings with members of the Sisterhood, culminating in a long affair with Gwen from the Seduce and Subdue section, before Gwen deserted him for another freelance thief, Max Haig.
His other partners were even more troubling than the flighty Gwen. Sisterhood members were sexually promiscous to a level that disturbed even Gentleman Johnny who was pretty easy going in these matters. And, when in the throes of orgasm, lady Seda screamed "Jennie! Jennie! Go slow like daddy taught you!!" in his face, Johnny knew these women were not stable partners for intimacy.
Sonia and Gentleman Johnny met in one of the private boxing rings he reserved at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Announcing her intention to terminate Johnny life of crime, she challenged him to a match, with the stipulation  that if Johnny were to lose the match, he would fight crime with Justice Force. He accepted.
The sight of Sonia waiting for him in the ring enthralled Gentleman Johnny. She wore blue boxing gloves that matched her clingy, suggestive blue trunks. The white sports bra showed lots of skin. Sonia wanted to make sure Johnny noticed she was a woman.
"I just know you're going to knockme out, Johnny!" Sonia purred as she struted toward Johnny, banging her blue boxing gloves together.Her smile showed her glimmering canines. "I just know it!"
"You...do..?"
"Yep!" Sonia declared precisely. "Guess how I know?"
"How?"
"Because as a man youre so...big!"
Sonai wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Gentleman Johnny into a long, passionate kiss. "Oh yeah, Johnny, you're gonna LAY me out! But before you do...?"
Guiding her lover's hand between her thighs, Sonia laughed tenderly. "My friend...Kitty...has something she needs to tell you..."
 "What?" Johnny stammered. Sonia sighed as her lover began stroking her pussy. Their lips fell into a second kiss. "That..that she's going to knock you the fuck out!"
WHAP!
The punch put Johhny in a KO daze. He stood gaping at Sonia's tits as if he were in a dream. His body made an arch as he fell to the canvas.
Sonia rolled the unconscious thief on his back, pulled down his trunks and began stroking his rock hard erection. "I own you, Johnny!"
"Are you in love, Sonia?"
It was the voice of Agent Miki, holstering the tranq gun she brought in case Johnny won the match. Miki leaned on the ropes.
"I am, heart and soul!"
"He's not going to change, Sonia. Gentleman Johnny has crime in his DNA."
Sonai pulled his trunks back up and hefted Johnny over her shoulder. "Don't underestimate the persuasive power of our friend, Kitty!"

Female Celebrities I Want to Fight - Part One

I know I'm not the only one with this fetish: there are a number of celebrities, singers and actresses, I want to climb in the ring with.
In most of my fantasies, I lose by a knockout to these women, laying on my back, stretched out on the canvas, dreaming erotically of the girl that put me there. In a few cases, I am the one who sends my opponent to dreamland.
All these fanyasies are psyhic reactions to the sexuality projected by these women and the level of aggression or passavicity they display as part of their image.
There are more than a few women who I want to knock me out in combat. Aomng them are Kerry Washington, Pamela Anderson, Janet Jackson, Samantha Fox, Paris Hilton and Beyonce Knowles. But my biggest thrill comes from a match with Madonna.
I never really paid much attention to Madonna when she first appeared, except when the media, television espeicially,  forced her on us. I didn't then and do not now think she is a very talented singer and most of her movies  in range in quality from acceptable to horrible.
But when the 2000s arrived, she started seeming more attractive to me. Her new, atheletic appearance was one that I have always liked on women and she also did a series of retro boxing and wrestling pictures I loved. Madonna had changed into a suburban PTA mom.
Boxing is what Madonna and I would do most of the time, but sometimes we wrestle. In both cases, it all concludes with me unconscious either from a sleeper hold or a knockout punch.
The wrestling scenarios are usually brief. Almost instantly Madonna slaps a standing sleeper hold on me. I struggle to pull her arms from my neck, but it's useless. When she sees I am starting to fade, knees buckling and arms flopping at my sides, Madonna eases me into a sitting position.
"Hey lover boy, what's wrong?! " she whispers tauntingly in my ear. "Getting sleepy? Eyes getting heavy?"
I make one more futile pull at her arms coiled around my throat and then give in. The ring, the gym we're in and reality itself starts getting dark around the edges.
"My tits are gonna be your pillows in a second, lover!" Madonna says with mocking affection. "Anything to tell me before you go to sleep?"
I moan softly, nearly out of it.
"Okay then, say 'Night-Night' !"
Madonna's bicepts clinch tighter and my lights go out.
She deposits me on the canvas,pining me for a three count. After declaring "You're Out!" she leaves a loving kiss on my lips and struts out of the ring.
The boxing story is more ritualized. I am challenging Madonna for her title as Intergender Boxing World Champion. All her previous opponents have gone down to KO defeats and Madonna has promised I will be no different.
In front of a cheering crowd of all female spectators, Madonna and I go at it. Early on I hold my own, landing some good punches. But Madonna takes all I hand out. She is a confident, disciplined and skilled fighter waiting for the right moment.
The right moment arrives in round four. Madonna has been asserting herself, wearing me down, pounding away at me. And I'm starting to fall in love with her because I'm turned on by a strong, buff woman in boxing gear.
In the next round, the audience and Madonna can see I'm ready to go. The crowd is urging her to finish me off, to knock me out.
"Ready to go to bed, little boy?" Madonna asks me between punches. "Get ready to say good night!"
 With each punch I take, I can feel the knockout coming closer and closer.
Then the beating stops. I stand in the center of the ring, seeing stars, horny for Madonna. She smiles, kisses the glove and pulls it back behind her head.
"Sweet dreams, lover!" Madonna whispers seductively.
I see her glove hurtling in my face.
BAM!!
Stars are everywhere and I'm out cold for the ten count.
As in the wrestling match, Madonna kisses me lovingly after my defeat is declared and then struts around the ring in triumph.
Two beautiful Asian women in bikinis enter the ring, load me onto a gurney and carry me out of the ring, a circus tent pitched in the front of my truncks.