Stone’s promoter and trainer both agreed that all he needed was his confidence back, and they proposed he fight in a charity match against an amateur (male) wrestler to achieve that. Ashley disagreed. Watching Stone fight Bernadette, she understood there was no going back for him: once a man lost to a woman he was finished as a fighter. She tried to persuade him to become a trainer himself, but he reminded her that he was still under contract until the end of the season.

So there she was, watching her fiance get beaten by an amateur. Stone, who had been tipped for the championship, was now being humiliated by a street brawler, by the name of Gus. Oh yes, he was strong enough. He looked formidably powerful in the ring. But he was slow, Ashley noticed. She had gained considerable knowledge herself, cheerleading mainly for boxing matches, and she noted the ponderous, plodding way he threw punches. She even fancied her chances against him …

Ashley sighed in despair as a haymaker from Gus landed Stone on the canvas and knocked him out. A couple of months ago, a punch like that wouldn’t have got near him. She sighed as Stone was taken out of the ring to the changing rooms, and got up to follow.

“Hey, babe!”

She turned round and saw Gus resting his hands on the top rope, leering at her.

“You want to ditch that loser and hook up with me!”

Ashley tutted, and turned back round to go to the changing rooms.

“Rumour has it that got beat by a girl!” crowed Gus. “And it gave him a hard on!” he ended with a guffaw.

Ashley stopped abruptly. Then she turned a third time and walked towards the ring. The audience were silent as she approached it. When she reached the ropes she said in a clear voice, which carried without her needing to shout:

“And now you’re going to get beaten by a girl. Won’t that be nice!”

“Stop them!” “Shut up!” “Call the police!” “Hit him!” were all being shouted at once in the crowd, although most of them were pleased they might get their money’s worth after all. (It had been a rotten match.)

Ashley climbed through the ropes, and Gus backed to the centre. He then put on an elaborate, exaggerated display of flexing to intimidate her. In fact she merely looked bored, with her hands on her hips. The crowd were in the same mood, and there were a few jeers and slow-hand claps when Gus clenched his right fist and felt his bicep. He invited Ashley to feel it, so she approached, put out her hand - and grabbed his cock through his shorts. Gus jumped back in confusion and the crowd laughed and cheered.

“What’s the matter?” demanded Ashley, taking a step towards him and raising her fists, “hasn’t a woman ever touched you round there?”

“Fucking whore – ah, ummmmffffffff.” The last word was inaudible because Ashley’s right fist landed on his mouth.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” she admonished him, driving her left fist into his stomach.

Gus coughed and gasped, clutching his stomach and lurching forward. An uppercut had never seemed such a good idea! Ashley’s right fist crunched under his chin and soared into the air, while he fell away from the impact, unconscious.

“Is that it?” she laughed, standing over him, her fists still clenched. “Ah, bless! The big strong man got knocked out by a blonde! Now, how to revive him? I know! We must let the air get to his cock!

“Well, well, what have we here?” she asked rhetorically, having taken off his shorts. Blonde lady knocks out a man, and it gives him a massive erection!” she announced to the crowd, who loved it. “It seems it’s not so uncommon after all, and I believe it’s called a ‘defeat boner’.”

Gus began to stir. His head ached and he had a horrible taste in his mouth. He was almost sick when he realised it was blood. She had done that to him! That fucking bitch standing above him and smiling, with her fists clenched ready for another go. But wait a minute, there was something wrong. His shorts! He’d lost them, and to his intense embarrassment, he realised he had an erection for several thousand spectators to see. That bitch must have taken them off. Right, we’ll see about that!

“Hello sleepy head!” Ashley greeted him.

“Bitch!” roared Gus, before seizing her by the shoulders and running her into the nearest corner.

There was no doubt about it, he had surprised her, and it took all her effort to avoid falling as he ran her to the corner, where she was now trapped. Gus clenched a huge right fist, and flung it at Ashley, who managed to dodge it at the last moment. He overreached badly, and she instinctively knew the best way to disrupt the initiative he had just gained. As he leant beyond her, with his fist pointing outside the ropes, with a flick of her left hand she tickled the tip of his erect penis. This subtle move was more effective than any strike by Ashley, and it completely startled him. Then she swung her right fist into his ear.

Gus’s hearing went muffled, as if he were under water. But then that same right fist of hers slammed into his kidney while he was still sideways on to her. He groaned as red-hot arrows of pain streaked from his kidney to his back and stomach. He retreated, but she came after him, and mercilessly kicked the same place, exploiting and expanding the wound she had just inflicted.

In a beautiful display of synchronisation, Ashely now punched him in the face and kneed him in the balls simultaneously. The crowd clapped and cheered (relieved that they were getting their money’s worth after all). A left uppercut propelled Gus onto the ropes, with a corner post to his left, so she sent him into it with a left cross.

“Ah,” sighed the crowd as one, when Ashley had him leaning right back over the post from a right cross. It was a beautiful punch, and many thousand phones were brandished, trying to capture it. She leant right into it, and those sitting behind and to the sides were treated to the sight of that gorgeous, womanly body pointing away from them, while her beautiful round bottom pointed at them. Beyond, for those who could take their eyes away from her rear view, the man’s pain-etched face grimaced as it fell away from the woman’s outstretched fist.

It was only fair to give those sitting opposite the same treat, wasn’t it? Ashley grabbed Gus by a wrist, and dragged him into the middle of the ring. She then swung him round, let go of his wrist, and he hurtled into the opposite corner. She ran after him, and once again the crowd delighted in first a left cross, and then her wonderful right cross, every bit as delightful as the previous one.

A left uppercut had Gus in just-conscious oblivion. His arms wound round the ropes stopped him from dropping to the canvas, and his head lolled. Ashley looked at him with amusement. The only thing that had any life – and plenty of it! – was his raging erection. She looked at her fingers thoughtfully, spreading them out and letting them fall individually.

“Shall I?” she asked the audience, smiling sweetly.

“YES!” they roared together.

She reached down, and curled her cool fingers around his scorching cock. Her polished, perfect nails glided up down, now dusting the head, now probing the balls. Gus didn’t last long! He shuddered and roared through a dramatic orgasm.

“You dirty boy!” exclaimed Ashley. “You must be punished for making all that mess,” she told him, ominously clenching her right fist.

It blasted his chin. His head shot back, his feet left the ground, and he tumbled, unconscious, at Ashley’s feet. The crowd stood and cheered themselves hoarse while Ashley blew kisses at them (and wondered what the hell she was going to tell Stone).