Love Fight - The Finish

"Martika?!" rippled downward to the Amazon as she emerged from unconsciousness. Slowly she identified the word as her name and then recognized the dressing room where she had been laying out cold for ten minutes from Jon's punch. The blurry, water-color blobs that spoke to her focused into her cousin Sonia and Amazon Island's ruler, Queen Titania.
"Your majesty..." the girl boxer barely whispered. "I..."
"Rest child," Titania smiled. "You've taken a serious beating."
"The fight is over?"
"No, I ordered it suspended," Titania explained as Sonia place an ice pack on her cousin's bruised face. "Jon put you on the canvas, but the bell saved you. I need to know if you want to finish it, Martika?"
Martika's face began to hurt. She was bewildered by the disordered stream of memories she was sorting through.
"I do want to finish it. Jon is mine!"
Queen Titania was surprised and then pleased and proud of Martika. This one's finally grown up, the Amazon queen decided. "Then you must defeat him. Jon has to be tamed and permanently mated."
"I will!" Martika swore.
The next two days, Martika recovered in her quarters, attended by Queen Titania's doctor. As her strength and coordination returned, Martika decided she still loved Jon despite the beating he'd given her in the ring. She knew her desire was a weakness unless Jon was defeated in public. Otherwise, he would be a mad dog freed from his leash.

The bruise beneath Martika's right eye leapt out at Jon as soon as he faced her in the ring. He didn't think she'd be back for rematch after the clobbering he handed her. "Heard you were laid up for two days Martika," Jon said with almost admiration in his voice. "I thought you'd be a genuine punching bag like Sonia!"
"Leave my cousin out of this," Martika said angrily. "Let's get this over with!"
"When you're ready Martika!" Jon swaggered back to his corner, with Martika's eyes fixed on his bare back.
As they came at each other, Martika dodged a punch to her head and quickly slugged Jon in the gut. Two aof his follow up shots stung Martika's face, but she sidestepped the the left meant to take all the air out of her. Jon noticed for the first time how powerfully built Martika was, her shoulders and breasts carried at him. "You're looking better second time around, sugar!"
Jon landed a solid right - left to Martika's head, staggering the Amazon. "Especially with that shiner!" Jon's left upper cut tagged Martika on the chin as she stumbled, dropping the girl to the canvas.
Martika sat in a lump, dazed and listening to Jon's laughter. For a few seconds she laughed to herself. Here she was, head swimming from a punch delivered by a guy who may knock her out a second time, who she's in love with!
Martika stood up and raised her fists to Jon. He smirked and the two fought again.
Martika held her ground this time, blocking every punch Jon fired at her. She timed him and when Jon's arm extended, she ducked and slammed a shot to his head.
Jon stood wide eyed and motionless. Martika had seen that glassy look just before her opponents in the City of Men went down. Martika gave Jon a firm kiss and slugged him with a right.
Jon's head shot sideways and he hit the canvas on his back, out stone cold.
The crowd cheered wildly as the count finished and the unconscious Jon was declared "OUT."
Martika took Jon in her arms and lifted the male above her head in a signal of triumph.
"I claim this man as my mate, fairly won in single combat!" she shouted.

Love Fight Part 1

All but one of Martika's matches had been away from her home island; held in the Cities of Man. Since turning twenty, the young Amazon had made six yearly trips to the Cities of Men to select a mate. By the rules of the Amazon Sisterhood, if she defeated her male opponent he was her new mate. If the warrioress lost, she could have relations with the victor, but marriage was out of the question no matter how she felt.
Martika never took her obligation to bring home a man seriously. Getting laid was her undeclared objective. She boxed all the men she wanted to fuck and the results were impressive: two losses in six matches, with all four victories by knockouts. But after intense, post-fight sex, Martika abandoned the men and returned to Amazon Island alone.
I've left four men on the canvas, she thought, looking at Jon across the boxing ring from her. He's number five!
Jon was the only unmarried male on Amazon Island. Having been washed ashore from his freighter during a storm, Jon as eagerly "proposed" to by girls looking for a husband. His fighting style during the ensuing courtship was brutal and efficient: ten challengers climbed into the ring with him and the same ten were carried out, bruised and unconscious. Martika witnessed Jon's most recent fight where he knocked out Martika's cousin Sonia in the fourth round.
What disturbed Martika was how much she enjoyed seeing Sonia getting pummelled. She couldn't take her eyes off Jon. Martika loved her cousin, but Jon moved with strength and grace and struck with devastating precision. Martika recognized as perverse her sudden love for the man who had floored so many of the Amazon's best boxers.

The mostly female crowd cried their approval when Martika stood eye to eye with Jon. Jon's moved like liquid mercury on Martika's long legs, lovely hips and generous chest, all barely covered in tight blue shorts and a white tank top.
"Whoa!" Jon whispered to himself, approvingly. "I'm going to make you sleep, honey!"
Their arms and shoulders touched as they probed each others eyes for weakness. A spark jumped between the brown skinned girl and the white sailor and Martika smiled at her startled opponent.
"This man is the one I choose as my mate!!" Martika shouted out to the assembled Amazons, who replied with vigorous affirmation. "You'll be a great husband, Jon!" she added in a lower voice.
"I've heard that already!" he answered and went back to his corner.
When the bell called them out, Martika struck first, hoping to throw Jon off balance and irritate him. Jon kept backing away from Martika. He discovered after his first fight with an Amazon that these women fought on the offense.
"You move pretty quick for a girl who is punching mostly air," mocked Jon.
Martika sneered angrily and landed a hard left-right combination to Jon's head. Instantly, his left fist jerked against Martika's chin, popping her head back.
Martika blurted an "Uuuufff!!" and landed on her ass. For a moment, Martika looked around dreamily, baffled at the pain in her face and surveying Jon's crotch and thighs. Her vision focused, only leaving the sharp sting of the head shot prickling her jaw.
"Son of a bitch!" Martika growled, pulling herself upright. Gloves up by her face, now red with anger, Martika went at Jon again.
The pair, locked in the exchange of leather, waltzed around the ring. The crowd encouraged each blow landed by the female warrior. But Jon seemed to absorb each shot and replied with his own, calling Martika a weak chinned little girl who liked being punched.
Martika's Amazon pride injured, she hissed the ancient curses of the Sisterhood at Jon and threw body shots. Jon crouched inward, his arms and fists guarding chest and head. He timed his opponent's barrage and found an opening.
The first punch pounded Martika's chin for a second time. She brushed it off, keeping her eyes fastened on Jon. The second and third shots were blocked, but Jon hammered Martika in the gut. The Amazon bent in agony, wind escaping her clinched lips.
A punch then exploded on the side of Martika's face, blurring the ring and Jon. Martika strained to straighten herself as she slumped against the ropes.
Purple lights blasted in Martika's head and her entire body went stiff, her face frozen momentarily from the force of Jon's left.
Martika stood dazed, limbs unresponsive to the faint commands issuing from her fading brain.
Jon hurled another combination to Martika's head. The young girl felt the gym jolt violently and then a slow relaxation of her limbs. Martika didn't understand the sensation swallowing her, sliding her down a black tunnel.
Pleasure spiked through Jon's body as he watched the Amazon through the ten count. Martika was prone against the ropes, her lifeless arms laying in her lap. The bell clanging loudly stoped the ref's count at "seven" and Martika's seconds leapt past the disappointed Jon and lifted the fallen fighter to her feet. The unconscious girl wobbled like a drunk as her sisters worked her limp arms over their shoulders. Watching Martika's smooth brown legs trail behind her as she was carried to her corner compensated Jon for his incomplete victory.