It doesn't take much force to knock a person out. Hell, it doesn't take force at all. The right spot, the perfect amount of torque, or getting hit when you're unprepared or off balance - down they go. A single punch can end a fight just as easy as a single punch can start a fight. And when the fight starts, the punches will fly. Now, a good fighter will defend against these punches. They'll block and dodge. They'll we've under a punch and fire back with their own. They'll side step the opponent and thrust a jab or a cross at them. Boxing, when you strip away the fluff and technical jargon, is about hitting and not getting hit.
The woman in the ring, with the red trunks, knows this. And blue leather whirls past and slams into her unprotected face, with a sweat slicked sounding PISH! Her head jerks back. She doesn't raise her gloves. She takes a couple steps to the side, but her opponent just pivots and pumps another unrelenting jab to her face. PISH! The woman in the red trunks now has a red face to match. Her eye is swelling, her cheek is little puffy. But still... she doesn't punch back.
Getting hit is easy for her. All she has to do is stand there and take it.
All she has to do is let her opponent punch her in the face. No fancy guard. No wicked cross counters. She just lets the blue gloves crash into her face and body as her own red gloves float around her collar bone. Easy right?
PISH! PISH! ... PISH!
That last punch was an uppercut that snaps her head back. She catches a glimpse of the ceiling before she falls backwards onto her behind. The world around her blurs and shifts slightly from side to side. A man in a blue shirt and a fancy looking bow tie gets between her and the other woman. She thinks it's the referee. She's not sure. The other woman backs up to a corner in the ring. Then she hears it.
"1... 2... 3..."
She's been knocked down. That's easy too. She doesn't have to do anything. Getting knocked down is literally your body saying, "Enough of this," and retreating to safe solid ground. "We can't get hurt if we're on the ground," the body thinks. Again, easy.
"4... 5... 6..."
She doesn't want to get up. It's much less complicated to sit her ass down on this, kind of dirty, canvas mat. She doesn't have throw a punch. She doesn't have to get hit anymore. It's all so easy.
She slowly stands up.
She lifts her gloves up higher. The man in the snazzy bow tie checks her out. She nods.
"Box!" He yells.
The other woman comes at her. She begins to throw a punch. The woman in the red trunks thinks, "... what if I threw a punch?"
Her red glove snaps out. Smacking the other woman in the face, in fact her whole head snaps back too.
And now, the woman in the blue trunks is thinking, "... Maybe it's easier to get hit."