Abuelo's Boxing Gloves

It was difficult, looking at Sonia, to accept her defeating so many men. One time she boxed two brothers on the same Friday night at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Sonia gave them the sweetest, sexiest smile as she watched both opponents carried from the ring.
Sonia wasn't cruel in her heart. The harder she hit an adversary, and she only fought males, the happier she felt until a joyous passion for the loser engulfed her during the ten count. After the bouts, generally a day or two, she would fuck the defeated, hoping to take the edge off the humiliation they felt at being publically clobbered by a slight girl.
A skinny, black Cuban of twenty-four, Sonia had alluringly small breasts and twiggy legs. She credited her multiple victories not to distracting horny challengers with her pretty face long enough to knock them out, but to the almost magic boxing gloves that once belonged to her maternal grandfather.
"My abuelo never lost a fight with these," she told her second, Desiree, after stepping over an unconscious male. "And I'm never going to lose wearing these!"
Seeing potential in his ten year old nieta when she bloodied up the faces of two boys foolish enough to tease her, Sonia's abuelo named her "Destructra" and taught her to fight. After graduating from college, Sonia moved to the city, get a job as a kindergarten teacher and joined the Amazonia. Until the day she encountered Jon Amur, the winning streak was unbroken.

Jon Amur strode into the ring and knocked Sonia out for longer than the ten count. The upper cut landed perfectly on Sonia's chin and her eyes clicked shut.
Though she was in a deep knockout, a sweet feeling of release coarsed in Sonia. Sonia was smiling as Emma the Ref counted her out. The potent lover in Sonia's dream held her in his strong arms, pleasuring her ceaselessly.
Emma the Ref and Desiree carried the sleeping girl to her corner, settling her in the folding chair where they checked her rolled up eyes and massaged her neck.
Sonia was insensible for five minutes and had to be walked to the dressing room.

Four nights later she had sex with Jon Amur in her apartment. The next morning, Sonia was dizzy and stupid in love. As they ate breakfast, she related her entire life story and when she finished the breathless narrative, Amur carried her back to bed,
He was gone when she woke in the early afternoon. Sonia texted Amur a message and began cleaning up her bedroom. As  she got her gym equipment together, Sonia discovered abuelo's boxing gloves were missing.
"And you're going to have to fight me to get them back!" Jon Amur told her when he called minutes after the theft was discovered.
Love and rage boiled in Sonia. She agreed to the match and promised Amur he would suffer for his transgression. Amur laughed and hung up.

Sonia was enraged  further when she saw Amur standing in his corner wearing the missing items. She fought ferociously for three rounds, but the talismanic energies of the gloves wore her down. Amur delivered a right hook that put Sonia out on her feet.
"Time for you to lose, Sonia," Amur whispered in the dazed girl's ear. One at a time, he hooked her dangling arms around the top rope. "When I knock out a woman like I'm about to shellac you, she's out till the next morning! And I'm going to use your grandfather's boxing gloves to do it!"
Sonia's final thought was a pained and hopeless "NO!!"
BAM!!

No erotic dreams illuminated Sonia's slumber. She slept peacefully until, as Jon Amur promised, she came around ten hours later.
For most of the next day, Sonia looked out the hospital room window, nodded to the nurses that came and went and talked to the doctors about her diagnosis, all the time brooding on her loss.
After dinner, a volunteer brought Sonia a box that had been left earlier. Inside was her grandfather's boxing gloves. Beneath them was a single red rose, that Sonia sniffed lovingly.