"How’s the filming going, Poppy?" Suma asked her friend.

"Not bad at all," Poppy answered. I filmed a real ding dong of a match last week, between two evenly matched lady wrestlers, and the result was in doubt until the last moment. The usual loyal customers bought the video, told their friends about it, and I made a mint!"

"That’s great! Tell me, do you think a mixed match would sell?"

"In theory, but the woman would have to be good. I have a feeling that people would prefer it if she won, and I don’t see much likelihood of that."

"Oh, this woman’s good, don’t worry about that, and the man’s a total wimp. She’d beat him up easily."

Poppy licked her lips in excited anticipation, and it wasn’t just the prospect of the money she would make. "Who did you have in mind?" she croaked weakly.

"Me and Todd."

"Hey, yeah! You’ll throw him all over the place! But will he agree to it?"

"Of course he will, if I promise him sex if he wins."

Suma was right. She was a fine, strapping young Japanese woman, just the sort Todd liked. She had very big breasts, a waist carefully narrowed by exercise, strong thighs, broad hips, and a large, round bottom. For wrestling, she wore the skimpiest purple leotard, which made it look as if her breasts were going to burst through it at any moment. Her short black hair epitomised what she was: a highly dangerous Japanese fighter. Todd had been dating her for a few months, and she had grown tired of him whining because she wouldn’t consent to sex until they were married.

So when she told him they would be fighting for Poppy to film, with sex the prize for him if he won, he seized the opportunity. It never occurred to him that he would lose. While Suma spent the time training hard, he watched films and hung around with his friends, Matt and Phillip (themselves veterans of ignominious defeats at the hands – and feet and legs - of women).

Even during the warmup exercises before the fight, with Poppy already filming them, he failed to take it seriously. Partly, it was because he felt vulnerable being naked, and he felt he needed to appear confident. True, he did a token stretch, to look willing; but he spoilt even that by calling out to Suma that she was "such a cutie pie". Irritated, she ignored it and proceeded to touch her toes.

Todd never learnt when to cease his silly antics. Failing to take the hint, he went over to her and slapped her gloriously large bottom as she was bending down. (Yes, it was a spectacular sight, but you don’t do that when a lady’s training.)

Furious, Suma cracked him on the jaw with a right cross. Todd couldn’t remember ever receiving such a heavy punch, and he instantly dropped to the mat, landing on his backside.

"And that was such a cutie punch," murmured Suma so quietly that the video failed to pick it up. She glared at him, hands on hips, and warned him to take it seriously. 

Even Todd got the message – well, nothing tells you more what someone thinks of you than a punch on the jaw, does it? They locked up, and he got an unpleasant reminder of Suma’s formidable strength. He couldn’t shift her, but she could move him, without seeming to exert herself at all. The realisation that she was much stronger than he was gave him a thrill of both alarm and excitement.

"She’s looking to wear me down," he told himself, trying to dig his heels into the mat to keep his position. What he didn’t expect was a knee to the gut. Suma swapped knees and struck the same spot. It was like being hit by a bulldozer. 

She whipped her left arm around his neck, for a headlock, and it felt every bit as strong as her right arm had just done when she hit him. She tweaked his nose with her free hand, and he wondered if he should remind her to take the fight seriously. Then he thought better of it. 

Suma whisked him off his feet, with no more effort than if she were carrying a baby (which, metaphorically, wasn’t far off the mark), and hip tossed him down to the mat. He landed in a belly flop, the mat stinging his chest and stomach.

She lay facing him, her right arm over his shoulder, linking with her left arm under his right arm, and squeezed. Technically, it was a headlock, but her arms were so powerful that Todd felt it was like being in a body scissor around his ribs. 

Switching position, she lay over him for a choke. Trapping his left arm on her left shoulder she fastened her left arm round his neck and kept the pressure going. Todd wasn’t fooling around now! No, he was too busy suffering and struggling to breathe. Also, the way Suma lay on him, as in a schoolgirl pin, with her sex jammed against his naked cock, was intensely frustrating. 

Building on this, she twisted his right arm over his head, while her left leg - half black boot, half calf - rubbed against his cock. Next, she lay across him and kissed him. It was all part of being a dominatrix – mostly physical overpowering, but with a touch of sexual teasing thrown in. 

So far Todd had endured the strength of her arms, but now she brought her legs into play. How else would a lady introduce a male opponent to her legs, but with a head scissor? Sitting just behind him, supporting herself on her hands, she imprisoned his neck in her wonderful thighs, crossing her ankles over to secure the hold. Then she built up the pressure. There was an element of comedy to the desperation on Todd’s face as he vainly tried to pull her legs off him, because it was no competition. 

"Have you had enough?" she asked. Silence. Then, impatiently, she insisted, "Submit, you silly bitch," and he consented. She kept the hold for a little longer, just because she could, then stood over him.

"Are you going to take this fight seriously?" she demanded, rather needlessly, considering what she had done to him. Without hesitation, he answered "Yes." She posed over him for the camera, gratified to have gained a win so early on. 

"Very impressive," Poppy complimented her, as she flexed in front of the camera. Then, impatient to make progress, Suma stood over Todd again and looked at an imaginary watch. When that hint failed to work, she pulled him up by his hair. 

They locked up, and Todd made the mistake of trying to kiss her. How many times had she told him that she was the one who took the initiative in all these things? She punched him in the stomach to remind him who was boss. He crumpled a little around her right fist, but then she gave him something else to think about by swinging her left fist into his kidney. He yelped as she seemed to set his right side on fire. 

Todd tried to clinch, so Suma worked him effortlessly to the ropes. He angered her further by holding onto her backside, so she seized his left arm and locked it while planting her left elbow sharply on his chin. Then she tossed him unceremoniously down onto the mat, head locking him as he landed. 

He tried valiantly to get rid of her, refusing to go completely down onto his stomach, and remaining supported by his hands. On the other hand, Suma was heavier than most of the women he had ever wrestled, and this ultimately futile resistance drained his energy. At the same time, her choke on his head told on his ability to breathe, and even to think straight. 

Just as the tide will come in eventually, Suma broke his doomed attempt to shake her off, and he collapsed under the pressure. Smiling with the knowledge that she had broken his surprising display of spirit, she doubled down on the headlock/choke, wrapping her arms securely around his neck, and hooking his left arm behind his neck in a chicken wing. Two holds for the price of one. 

Todd started to whimper, so she asked, "Do you submit, you silly pussy?" This time, with no second thought, he yelled, "I submit." Anything to get out of that pain. But she hadn’t quite finished, and insisted, "Say my cutie pie girlfriend beat me up." He went one better: "Suma beat me up and I am her bitch."

Satisfied, Suma stood up, posed over him, and flexed for Poppy’s camera. But that wasn’t enough. No, she went over to the camera for some close-up flexing, then sat on Todd’s stomach and did the same over him. Never mind any gentlemanly, "Bad luck old chap, you played well" - it was "In yer face, loser!" Being Japanese, she didn’t say that of course, but her insistence on hearing Todd admit defeat amounted to the same.

But then Poppy declared she needed 5 more minutes of fighting action to be able to sell the video. For Suma? No problem! For Todd? Get your gloves on and don’t ask questions!

So, boxing it was, then. Suma looked smart and professional in her black gloves, matching her boots, while Todd had gloves that seemed to match his complexion – yellow. They met in the middle and circled. 

He opened the action with a left jab; Suma confidently ducked underneath. Todd was too slow following through, which was fatal when you’re up against someone like Suma. She ruthlessly exploited the opening, and banged her right glove into his chest, her punch making an unpleasant hollow sound as it landed. Todd momentarily panicked at the ferocity of the blow. He had no idea that his girlfriend was so strong. Worse, she followed up with a left, low in his stomach, that seemed to set his abdomen ablaze.

Suma swept her right glove up in an angled uppercut, catching Todd expertly on the chin. "Lovely!" thought Poppy, as the lady boxer had her male opponent in disarray, stumbling and lurching to stay on his feet. She then put him on his back with a left cross to the jaw. 

"Get up and fight like a man," Suma ordered, standing over him, hands on hips. 

Stung, literally and metaphorically, Todd got up and went straight in at her with a left jab. Missed! She laughed, her face practically up against his, and whispered, "Here I am!" Then she stood still, inviting him to have another go. He glared at her, then thrust his right glove at her – over her shoulder it went!

Smack! went her left glove, in at the same low point in his stomach that she had hit recently. It was still tender, and Todd’s body crumpled around her glove, in an effort to absorb the pain.   

He straightened up just in time for a fine, curving left glove to come crashing into his jaw. It was a masterpiece of a left hook, which sent him 45 degrees to his left. On his return to face Suma, he was met with a right cross to the opposite jaw. 

This was a crisis, and Todd clinched. True, it bought him a bit of time; but it also put him on the ropes, since Suma easily worked him there. The feel of them on his back surprised him and he lost his hold on her. She batted away a wild defensive left from him and thrust her left into his kidney. Despite the pain, Todd realised she was driving him into a corner. Desperate to avoid the trap, he lashed out with his left again, but his girlfriend warded it off, dropped down low, and drove her left glove into his stomach. Guess what? It put him in the corner. The despair and pain on his face said it all.

"The men will go crazy over that!" thought Poppy, as the formidable fighting female crouched slightly and hammered her left glove into Todd’s chin. Poppy knew her audience. The still of that punch would definitely form the promotional picture for the film. Suma’s lovely big, round bottom had pride of place in the foreground, while the viewer looked up and along her body to where her outstretched fist ended with a gap, before the man’s astonished face shot out between the ropes.

She had him, she knew. Oh yes, he was still standing, but only because he had the ropes at his back. She walked to the centre, waited for him to regain a bit of sense, and beckoned to him to join her. He tottered and swayed his way to her. Then he steadied. So did she, purposefully, before her left glove soared up under his chin. 

Poppy wanted to applaud, but couldn’t let go of the camera. Yet she caught the woman’s glove shooting beyond the man’s chin and into the air, while he collapsed onto his back, unconscious. 

Suma turned her back on the supine Todd and waved her backside at him. Unladylike it might have been, but it was certainly womanly. He began to come round with that beautiful vision on full display – not a bad way for a man to be woken up. But then his idyll was shattered when Suma went over to pose and flex for Poppy’s camera. Back she came for the inevitable count out and commentary: at four, she announced, "Cutie Pie is a bad ass." At eight, Todd heard that he was a "pussy". At ten, he was "out" (even though he had come round).

Suma posed and flexed some more with one boot on Todd’s face, during which Poppy declared, "I need a few more minutes for this video."

"How long is this bloody video supposed to be?" thought Todd miserably. But his train of thought was halted abruptly by Suma sitting on his face. First, she knelt, straddling his head, then she stretched out, the better to enjoy him working hard to pleasure her. Kneeling once more in the previous position, she had an orgasm. In truth, she had been halfway there already, because it always excited her sexually to beat up a man. 

She straddle pinned him and asked, "Which was more humiliating, wrestling or boxing?" Boxing, he replied, because she knocked him out. "Did you love it?" she demanded. Affirmative! Grovelling a little more, Todd added that he belonged to her. 

Hang on, now what was she doing? Stupid question, Todd, because back she came wearing a strap on. Why did just about every woman he fought recently expect this of him? Still, he knew what was demanded of him, and he accepted the revolting thing in his mouth until she had a second orgasm. 

He braced himself for what he expected would happen next, but she surprised him by sitting on his face again, in "69" style. She took his cock in her glove and brought him quickly to climax. Oddly, she celebrated that as much as she had celebrated winning the fights (perhaps, in its way, it was another victory).

Suma and Todd stood up, embraced and kissed. Poppy entered the ring to congratulate her friend, and then astonishingly declared she wanted a go with the strap on and Todd. No, insisted Suma, because Todd was her property.

Bewildered, Todd looked on as Poppy threatened Suma, who told the red head to put her gloves on if she wanted a fight. So she did: red, to match her hair, leotard and boots. To add to the surreal quality of the scene, Suma still wore the strap on. 

They met in the middle of the ring. Poppy was the same height as Suma, but slighter of build. Suma ought to win, thought Todd, although she must be a bit tired by now, having both wrestled and boxed. 

First strike to Poppy. It was a left jab, poking the middle of Suma’s face. More seriously, she launched a right cross. It caught Suma both by surprise, and on the jaw, knocking her to the mat. 

"Had enough, bitch?" Poppy asked, standing over her. 

But Suma got up, smiling as if she was enjoying herself. Perhaps it was mere bravado, but she could certainly justify that smile next, for she caught Poppy with a hot left cross, that had the young woman staggering. Worse, the heavier woman now hammered a right cross at Poppy’s opposite jaw. 

Not smiling now, and probably feeling the indignity of having been knocked down, Suma plunged a left hook into Poppy’s stomach. She followed with a right to the kidney. On the ropes now, and feeling keenly the pain in her body from those two blows, Poppy suffered an almighty left uppercut. Only the ropes at her back prevented her from falling; as it was, Suma sent her partially through the middle and upper ones. 

There was no way back from Suma’s next strike, though. It was a ferocious right uppercut. The only saving grace for Poppy was that she knew nothing about it. Suma stood over her and began to count. At five, she asked rhetorically (because the unconscious woman was never going to answer), "Why did you challenge me?" At ten, Suma declared, "Redheaded bitch is out!"

Standing with one foot on her opponent’s body, Suma announced, "Todd is my property." Then she went over and kissed him.

"Did you beat her up for me?" he asked.

"Yes," she confirmed. Phew, well at least he’d escaped an ordeal from Poppy with that monstrous device...

"Get on all fours." 

"Feeling good honey?" she asked, at some point during her ravishing.

"Yes," he replied, almost certainly untruthfully. 

Poppy, now recovering, looked on. Suma noticed and shouted, "You are a loser bitch," while continuing to violate Todd. 

"Do you love me?" she asked, approaching the denouement.

"YES," he confirmed, and she climaxed.

Sated, she stood and helped him up. Embracing again, she declared, "I am on top, are you ready?" They kissed and then lay down on the mat. Suma went on top, as promised, in the traditional missionary position, while she pinned his wrists. 

Satisfied, she helped him up again, and they embraced, while Poppy looked gloomily, moodily on.