The fortune teller got a laugh from Kristena. The costumed old woman who operated from a space in a down town strip mall, correctly told Kristena that she was single, a passionate boxer and was in love with victory in the ring. The "gypsy" added Kristena was so in love with winning that she once injured a male opponent.
Consulting a palm reader was a dare from Kristena's sister, Katja, while the two were shopping, but Kristena admitted the truth of everything the old woman said, except hospitalizing a fighter with a concussion.
By round three of most bouts, Kristena would effortlessly beat up and knock out a female challenger. Men she fought differently, attacking them with furious intent, desperate to see what the outcome was when she delivered the bout ending punch.
Each time a guy lay on his back or side, experiencing diminished levels of consciousness, if not total slumber, Kristena watched his struggle to recover as the ref administered the 10 count while pushing Kristena toward a neutral corner.
Being reminded that her fists put a man in the ICU startled Kristena into laughter, whiping tears from he eyes as she denied the event happened. The palm reader calmly informed Kristena she would soon be defeated in the ring for intentionally injuring an opponent.
"And after your defeat, you will know the man you will love," the gypsy added. "I've never seen a future this clearer."
"You're making shit up!" blurted Kristena, pulling her hand from the palmist's grasp and walked out. Katja paid the fortune teller.
Kristena fought Jon Amur with her usual fury, but he was trouble. He counter punched better than other male fighters, with gloved hands that reminded Kristena of paws. The pale blue of Jon's eyes, like a tiger's, held Kristena through the entire fight and were the last thing she remembered after Jon's right bashed low on her jaw. Kristena was soundly asleep before she struck the canvas.
Kristena dreamt a tiger was in love with her and she craved the tiger as it morphed continually from man to beast.
Finally Kristena, dressed in her boxing gear, and the Tiger Lover grew tired of circling and leaped at each other. The Tiger Lover pinned Kristena on her back, trapping her wrists under his paws. The pleasure of her coupling pulsed through the dream until the powerful orgasm and the Tiger Lover's roar jolted Kristena awake as she lay in the recovery room.
Kristena practiced a particular celebicy regarding the opposite sex. Only after destroying a male in the ring would she pursue him sexually. With her nearly shoulder length black hair and buxom chest, getting laid was never a problem. But Kristena couldn't find Jon Amur in the days after their match. No one knew where he lived or how he could be reached. Kristena wondered if the experience had been a vivid dream, where reality and fantasy mixed seamlessly or if Amur was a ghost. One evening when Kristena came home from work, she heard a message on her answering machine from Jon Amur, inviting her to a rematch after hours at the gym.
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