Going through her usual routine in the gym, she was aware that the 3 of them were talking about the “new Asian girl”. Oh well, let them, she thought, although she couldn’t help listening, all the same. They had no idea she could hear what they were saying, because she was on the exercise bike a little way from them. They weren’t to know she had exceptionally good hearing.

“I hear her name’s Ruby,” said Matt.

“Ruby?” asked Todd, “Is that because she’s 40 inches across the arse? I’d have put her down as at least Golden, or more probably Diamond!”

They laughed – until they saw her get off the bike and march over to them, eyes blazing and fists clenched.

“Who said that?” she demanded.

“Todd did,” said Matt and Phillip together (they had as much loyalty as they did courage).

“Right, you and me, in the ring now!” shouted Ruby to Todd. “And if your two wimpy friends object, I’ll take all three of you on!”

“You need to book the ring,” explained Matt.

“Very well, we’ll book it for tomorrow then,” she insisted.

Todd agreed, but simply didn’t turn up the next day. Nor did he go back to the gym. He had no wish to fight Ruby, because she looked too dangerous, and he was fed up with losing.

Instead, he formed a small neighbourhood cfnm fight club. He enjoyed cfnm fighting, so long as he could choose his opponent, and as he was the club secretary, he was able to do just that. So when a new lady, Ursula, applied to join by letter, she seemed to be just the sort he would like to take on. She described herself as 40, and totally inexperienced at any sort of fighting, but would like to try a little gentle sparring for the experience. Todd replied to her, inviting her to have a friendly match with him. She readily accepted and was happy that there would be spectators there.

“This should be a walk in the park!” he thought on his way to the outside ring. An easy win was just what he needed to put an end to his wretched losing streak.

The only trouble was, it was Ruby standing in the ring, gloves on, and eager to fight.

“Ruby?” Todd asked, feeling slightly sick.

“That’s right,” she replied. “After you wimped out of fighting me, I made a few enquiries about you and traced you here.”

“Are you two just going to chat, or do we get to see a fight?” a man called out to them.

“You can’t back out now Todd, I’ve got you all to myself!” Ruby chuckled, at Todd’s appearance. His slumped shoulders said it all.

She, on the other hand, looked a formidable opponent. Firstly, she was at ease, and obviously familiar with being inside a ring (unlike the fictitious Ursula). Secondly, and most disconcerting for Todd, she was very attractive, so the spectators would immediately be on her side.

She had medium length straight dark hair, to match her complexion. But there was nothing medium about her breasts, and Todd couldn’t help gaping at them. They were encased (just about) in the flimsiest, thinnest leotard he had ever seen, at full stretch over her generous bosom, her nipples pointing and erect in excited anticipation of the fight. Her leotard was cut high above the hips. Yes, she was what used to be called “ample flanked”, the type of woman beloved by painters 2-3 hundred years ago (and quietly admired now by men like Todd, and perhaps the majority of all men).

Ruby raised her right glove, impatient to start, and Todd reluctantly raised his gloves. They circled, someone called out “Hit him,” and Ruby obliged with a crisp left jab, to murmurs of approval. She got him on the jaw, which nudged him to his side. A second one from her shoved him further to his side, so he ended up facing the same way as her punch.

This presented Ruby with the inviting target of Todd’s side, so she thrust her right glove at the vulnerable thin layer of skin and muscle protecting the kidney, her most telling punch yet.

Todd threw his left glove at her; she turned and leaned out of the way, but only just – it brushed her shoulder, on its follow through. As before, Todd was dangerously exposed, and she kicked him, broadside on, in the same place in the kidney that she had only just struck. It was a vicious blow, and he tried valiantly to disguise how much she had hurt him.

Ruby clinched, but only to bring him close enough to force her left knee up hard into his chest. Some in the crowd went “Ooh,” at both the sound and Todd’s wince of pain. They exchanged glances and nods when Ruby struck him in the stomach with her other knee. People always expect Asians to use a lot of karate, but there was a good deal of the street brawler to this unknown Asian lady.

Todd doubled over in pain. So Ruby, to the first cheers of the fight, hoist him into the air, by the neck and groin.

“God, she’s strong!” a man murmured to his wife.

“Umm,” she replied, relishing such a display of female domination.

She paraded him in the air to the crowd for a bit of show, then slammed him onto his back. She spared a few moments to savour the crowd’s applause and cheers, then mounted him. She landed a massive right to his chin, making him cry out in pain, then bundled him onto his front and head locked him. She used her free, left hand to force his left arm back in a chicken wing.

“Todd, say it,” she insisted.

“I submit,” he obeyed.

Was it the wrong thing to say? Ruby evidently thought so, because she now sat on his shoulders, stretched her legs, and raised him into a front head scissor. It was the first time she had brought her thighs into play, and he could now vouch that they were every bit as strong as they looked.

“I submit,” he tried again, making an effort to say anything with his jaws so constricted.

“I did not ask if you submit,” she told him.

“Well, what the fuck was I supposed to say?” he thought to himself while saying nothing. But then his mind concentrated on survival, because Ruby went to work with her thighs. She squeezed so hard he thought his jaws would collapse under the pressure. But his panic turned passive as he passed out.

He came round with her sitting – well, she was sitting plum on his manhood, and flexing for the cheering crowd. He had to admit to himself that it was stimulating to be knocked unconscious by a woman of such classical proportions, who then proceeded to sit on his naked cock and flex her muscles.

“Let’s make this a 2 out of 3 fall fight,” Ruby demanded to roars of approval from the crowd, not too happy to have paid to see a fight that seemed to be over so quickly. She stood over him for some more posing. For his part, he was quite happy to let her, because it gave him a bit of time to recover. He pretty much “played dead” and when a few in the crowd began to slow clap, Ruby took matters (and Todd) into her own hands and pulled him up to his feet. He now had no choice and raised his gloves for the next fall.

Todd opened with a left jab, which Ruby parried with her arm. She then showed him how it was done, and banged a good one in, catching him on the nose. But it was just a warmup punch, because she now attacked from side-on, her right glove seeming to explode on his chin. It knocked him round to face her directly, so she hammered her left glove into his gut. The unsympathetic crowd laughed at Todd’s exclamation of surprise and pain, most of them noting that it made him drop his guard.

What a gift! Ruby swung a mighty left hook at his chin – and swung her male opponent as a result. She moved him so that he was once again side on to her, perfect for a broadside kick to the ribs. (Weeks later, he would still wince with the pain there, even just picking up a piece of paper.)

Fists are all very well, but they’re not as strong as legs – especially a woman’s legs. There were cries of “Oh, yes!” from sections of the crowd, as Ruby sent him hurtling towards the other side of the ring with a left kick to the stomach. Her foot landed vertically, so that the toes hit just below his chest, and her heel punched the top of his manhood, no doubt giving him alarm as well as pain.

Todd might just as well have been on drugs, the way he lost any rudimentary idea of defence, leaving his face dangerously exposed. Ruby’s left glove punished his negligence, with the dull thud of reprimand on his jaw. It knocked him sideways, so she aimed another firm punch on the same spot with her right.

The crowd could sense the tempo increasing, the tension building to a crescendo. Well-proportioned though Ruby was, she darted in and out like a pro, cracking Todd under the chin with a superb left uppercut. “Ah,” murmured several voices in the crowd, as appreciative of the quality of the shot as if they were watching snooker or golf. The only dissenting voice was Todd’s, uttering another cry of pain, and stumbling while his head shot back.

With contempt for her opponent written on her face, Ruby grabbed his head and brought her right knee up hard into his face. Some of the crowd had to look away because of the ferocity of the blow. But the heroine had no such scruples and tore into Todd with a rising left glove to the jaw. Her stance for this punch, thrusting forwards and upwards, meant she pushed her ample bottom out behind her. The men lucky enough to be in full view lost all concentration on the combat and stared hard with seemingly bulging eyes.

One who never lost concentration was Ruby, who now stormed in with a similar rising cross with her right glove. It powered into his high cheekbone, just below the eye.

She brought him down with a rapid left-right combo. First, squatting slightly, she got him with a brute of left cross, upwards at the chin. While Todd tottered, she slammed her right massively against his ear, bringing his dismal attempt to reverse his losing streak to an end.

*****

Mysteriously schooled in the ways of Todd’s gym, Ruby counted him out in its traditional style, at 4 declaring he couldn’t fight. “BUT Ruby can,” she stated the obvious at 8. Then at 10, “the bitch,” she announced, was “out”. She posed over him, then retrieved a strap on that she had brought with her. She ordered Todd (who had regained consciousness but was “playing dead” again) to his knees.

In hushed tones not picked up by the footage, Todd demanded where she got the strap on, since he didn’t allow them at his club.

“Diane, the gym receptionist, told me I would need it if I was going to be fighting you.”

“Diane? That bitch!” he hissed.

“I’ll tell her you said that” she whispered, inserting the strap on into his mouth, “I know she’d love to get into a fight with you.” Then, for the benefit of the crowd, she loudly instructed him to suck it.

Todd, knowing the routine, reluctantly brought her to an ecstatic climax. Satisfied, Ruby instructed him to get on his back. After posing over him, she sat on his face and flexed for the crowd. Then she turned and took Todd’s defeat boner in her hand, making him sigh, then pant and gasp as he reached orgasm.

She straddle pinned him, teasing him by rubbing her large breasts against him, before demanding he admit she had defeated him. “Ruby has defeated me,” he duly complied.

After a brief final flex, she stood up and brought Todd to a sitting position. Earning laughs and cheers from the crowd, she made him kiss her generous backside. Then, pushing him back down with her foot, she raised her arms in triumph, before walking away to more cheers from the crowd.