"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.
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