Todd thought it was time he grew up. For too long he had spent his days hanging about the gym, hoping to pick up a girlfriend, and usually ended up getting into trouble. This would lead to humiliation in the ring, symbolised by defeat by a woman, then degradation in the form of a strap on. Even the receptionist had started laughing at him. (Her name, he found out, was Diane. At first, he had intended to have a good word with her; but now, the more mature Todd decided it was time to put all that in the past.)

His choice of social media to exercise this new-found maturity is questionable, but that was his decision. After a little while, he got chatting to a Philippino girl, whose name was Malaya. He went to visit her, and while he was there, he didn’t insult anyone and got into no fights. This was how life was going to be from now on, and it was so much better.

Malaya returned the visit, moved in with Todd, and they decided to get married after 3 months. But he was secretly nervous about committing himself. Life was fine as it was, he told her after 6 months, so why rush? She began to suspect that he meant to break his word.

What was worse, from Todd’s point of view, was that she expressed a wish to join a gym. The trouble was, there was only one where they lived, and that was the one where he had suffered so many disasters. He told her that she didn’t want to go there, it was rubbish. He had once been a member, he lied, but it was such a rotten gym that he gave it up.

But Malaya was not to be persuaded. She went to the gym without telling Todd and asked about membership. Diane gave her a form and chatted to her. Disastrously for Todd, Malaya proudly announced that she was engaged to a local man and told Diane his name. 

"Todd? He used to be in here nearly every day, but we haven’t seen him for a few months."

"Is he still a member?"

"Certainly. Listen," she went on confidentially. "We’re a fairly unusual gym. We have male-female fights in the ring, but the man must be naked. Todd was in there just about every week, too."

"WHAT?"

"Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"Oh no, nothing wrong at all!" scoffed Malaya. "I mean, what could be ‘wrong’ about my husband-to-be getting into fights with women and slugging it out with them, naked, in the ring?"

She joined the gym, then marched home, furious. But she also had a plan. She would fight Todd in that ring, and if she won he would get her a ring, and they would marry forthwith. He had no choice now.

*****

"Well, hello!" Diane seemed to sing as they entered the gym. "Good to see you back so soon, Malaya! And Todd! You took longer to recover after your last beating, but it’s, er, nice to see you after so long. Now Malaya, we have some great leotards for you to choose from –"

"Thank you, but I’ve brought my own." Todd enjoyed a rare smirk at Diane’s expense.

She was right to bring her own leotard too, because she looked superb in it. She was one of those young women who, while being fairly slight of build, has large breasts. Her leotard, which was the palest shade of grey before white, moulded itself around them. Then again, for her size, she had quite a large bottom, which she would often complain about. (They do, don’t they? When they say, "I wish my bum wasn’t so big," what that means is, "and I know that’s just what men like.")

They locked up, but in an instant Malaya had her fiance in a headlock. She had her arms linked confidently around his neck and under his near, left arm. She wore the smile of a seasoned wrestler whose plan has just gone swimmingly.

She used the headlock to bring him down to his knees. It was a deliberately slow process of dragging, grinding him down, to drain his energy resisting. Watching the footage in the office, Diane thought it was boring – but that is to miss the point. Conflict is as much about wearing your enemy down as it is about a dramatic strike here, or a knockout blow there. 

When eventually Todd collapsed, exhausted, shaky and aching from his futile attempt to stay on his feet, Malaya sat on the small of his back and "camel clutched" him. With her hands around his throat rather than his chin, she pulled his upper body towards her while pushing his lower and middle body back with the pressure on the small of his back. He had been here many times before, and he knew the pressure on his stomach, spine, ribs and chest would become unbearable if she didn’t relent soon.

But relent she did; or at least she changed holds. Lying on her back, she pulled him towards her, crushing his chest into her breasts for a bit of distracting and teasing to add to his general torment. Then, lying to the side of him, she placed him in a body scissor. 

Malaya’s strong, flexible legs squeezed the life out of him. He’d been in this hold before, many times. But never had he known such a contrast between a woman who looked so delicate and gentle, and her strength when she fought. It seemed to be a feature of Asian women, and Malaya just happened to epitomise it. 

"I GIVE" he roared in record time, and Diane nodded her approval at the screen, especially when Malaya kept the hold going for a few moments more, just to reinforce her domination. That’s the way to treat a man, Diane thought.

She stood over him, and showed him her ring finger, to make her point. His whingeing response, "I wasn’t ready, and I’m a boxer, not a wrestler," was both funny and contemptible. It might not have been the most sensible thing to say either, given Malaya’s smile and her eagerness to get the gloves on.

They met in the middle and circled. Malaya made the most of her womanly figure for this, almost as if she knew cameras were on her. She managed at the same time to make both her beautiful bosom and her glorious bottom prominent. Todd was captivated – until he got her left glove in his eye. He didn’t have time to shake his head to clear it before she landed her right in the same place.

"Lovely!" thought Diane, when she saw that the slender, shapely girl had given her husband-to-be a black eye. She easily swerved a flashy, frustrated attempt at a counterattack from Todd. She made it look as if he’d just waved his left glove at her. 

"Todd, you are in big trouble," she told him, before landing a right cross to his jaw. Her warning was instantly proved right, because her punch put him on his back.

Malaya stood over him, hands on hips, and looked down into his eyes. She relished her new-found role of dominant female. He had to admit, it was stimulating to be looking up at the exquisite body of the woman who had just knocked him down. 

At the same time, that blow to the jaw had shaken him. He started playing for time, so he had a chance to recover. But she wasn’t having that. She drew him up to a sitting position by his shoulders with his head lolling on one side. Was he faking it, like a footballer clutching a perfectly good leg to try and get a penalty? She couldn’t be sure. When she got him to his feet, he seemed well enough, so she banged him on the jaw with a left cross to find out.

Yes, he was all right. Well, as all right as a man can be who’s just been punched on the jaw by his fiancee. She smiled, reassured that he was simply a bit of a fraud. She could now happily win her fight with a clear conscience, so she thrust her left glove into his chest. Todd doubled around it, trying to absorb the pain.

"Love this!" Diane declared at the screen, arms aloft in celebration, as Malaya landed a right cross to his "good" eye, blackening it like its neighbour. Lord, how she’d love to get into a fight with Todd herself! It probably looked even better in the ring, because he was unable to respond, save by desperately clinching to try to halt Malaya’s onslaught.

She was an inch or two shorter than him, but a lot fitter, and she used the clinch to force him against the ropes, whereupon she plunged her left glove low into his stomach. So low, in fact, that the bottom of her glove was in his pubic hairs. It would have been ruled illegal in a formal match – but then, a lot of things that happened in this club would have been. She was no longer smiling, possessed as she was by the intensity of the action.

She sent her right glove crashing into his chest, hitting the exact spot that she had got a minute or two earlier. The pain there was already troubling Todd; now it was roaring to demand his attention.

"Beautiful!" declared Diane, licking her lips at Malaya’s perfect left uppercut. Up, under, then beyond Todd’s chin it went, soaring into the air, while he staggered and floundered in its wake. She was "on a roll" and swept her left glove against his nose, side-on. Diane could tell she was excited by the fight, because her obviously hard nipples were prodding at the thin material of her leotard. 

Malaya pounded his jaw with a right cross. Todd looked as if he was no longer sensible of what was going on. She had knocked all awareness out of him. The more deadened he became, the more energetic she grew, and she swung a mighty left hook into the opposite jaw. It sent him spinning. 

When he stopped, he stood swaying, like an unwanted drunk at a party. He’d go down with her next punch, she knew, with what she had in mind. She had all the time she needed. She steadied herself, balancing nicely with her feet to give her the best possible purchase, then let him have it: a masterly right uppercut. She dispatched him in style. His feet left the mat, and he would have landed painfully on his back if he’d been aware of it. As it was, the pain would come soon enough when he came round. 

It was count out time, and at 4, Malaya declared that she wanted a ring. At 8, she declared she was getting a ring. At 10, she announced that he was out, and she had won. 

When he came round, he saw that she was wearing a loathsome strap on. Rather unnecessarily, she called him "Blow job bitch". Unnecessary, because he knew what was expected of him. While he set about that task, he tried to take his mind off it by wondering what he would demand if he ever won. This took him successfully to her orgasm.

Malaya ordered him onto his back, then asked if he admitted defeat. Better lay it on thick, he thought, and confirmed that she had defeated him twice. Satisfied, she sat up on him and flexed. Then she stood over him and posed, largely for the benefit of Diane watching the live film. But this wasn’t enough. She got back down and pinned him, giving him a kiss while she was at it. Then she started a rhythmic thrusting, still wearing the strap on.

"Who is fucking who?" she demanded. Todd, who knew the lines off by heart, replied that she was doing said deed to him, and doing it well. After another orgasm, this time mutual, Malaya stood on his manhood for some more posing, while she told Todd he would need to buy sunglasses to cover the two black eyes she had given him.

*****

Talking of which, on their way out walking past Diane back at her desk, she softly sang two lines from the old song:

"Two lovely black eyes/Oh, what a surprise!"

"She enjoys taunting you," observed Malaya.

"I know," he replied. "When I’ve got over this, I’m going to have a little talk with her, and if we end up in the ring, so be it."

"Ooh, what fun! Can I watch?"