Although Todd spent a lot of time at the gym, he didn’t actually spend much time IN the gym. That is to say, he preferred to sit in the upstairs cafe, at the window that looked down into the gym, and watch the ladies going through their routines. If he went into the gym, he always seemed to end up in trouble, and he was trying to avoid that.

On this particular day, though, the cafe was crowded. Standing with his cup of coffee, wondering where he could sit, his attention was caught by a friendly-looking young Asian woman. She seemed familiar, and she was beckoning to him to join her at her table. Well, why not? It was about time he had a bit of luck.

"Hiya," the girl greeted him. "Remember me? I’m Malaya. You fight my friend, Nakano [gallery 858]. You call her ‘Wallpaper Girl’ and she beat you up. Is your arse better now, after she shove strap on up it?"

"Sssshhhhh, for God’s sake!" breathed Todd, as several heads turned in their direction. But Malaya put her head back and laughed, while he blushed crimson.

"You got me into that fight!" he quietly hissed.

"I know. Was so funny! Nakano beat you up good!"

"It was your fault," he countered, half-convinced of his argument. "If you hadn’t kept putting me off with your annoying comments, I’d have won."

Malaya choked on her coffee. "Won? You?" she asked having recovered slightly. "Nakano won because she good fighter. You lost because you shit fighter."

"Fuck you, bitch!" shouted Todd, causing those same heads to turn in their direction.

"You want fight now?" asked Malaya, now serious. "We go in ring?"

"Dam’ right we go in ring!"

The customers at the nearby tables all crowded at the window to watch the fun.

*****

So Todd found himself naked (owing to the gym’s rules), and squaring up to yet another woman in the ring. For once, it wasn’t his fault, either. Malaya thought he was an idiot ever since his fight with Nakano, and she now desired her turn with him in the ring. He had proved easy to provoke, too, which explained her broad smile as she now faced him.

A disconcerting sight she was, too. Her thin white leotard looked as if it had been modelled for her sleek, subtle curves, and luxuriant long black hair. Her smallish breasts were nevertheless beautifully shaped, and they nestled enticingly within the sparse material of her leotard, her nipples hard in excited anticipation of the fight. The costume was cut high over the gentle contours of her hips, using the minimum of material, which showed off her tight, round bottom.  Her right arm was bare from the shoulder, while her left was encased to below the wrist in flimsy white.

"Why are you smiling?" asked Todd, annoyed by it.

"Because I like fighting stupid boys. I punish them!" she replied, with infuriating confidence.

Todd struck with a right, but she swung easily underneath it and hammered her fist into his kidney. "I’m in trouble again," he thought, as her fist seemed to light a fire inside him. She knew the vulnerable, painful parts of the body to aim for, he realised, as her left fist plunged into his opposite kidney, while her right arm warded off an attempted right cross from him. 

For her part, Malaya was having fun. She and Nakano trained very hard together, and she was confident she could beat this fool. Moreover, if you got into a fight with a man and you won, he was a wimp. If he won, he was a bastard. It was beautiful! She danced out of the way of a second attempted cross, relishing the look of anger and frustration on Todd’s face. Then, adding injury to insult, she struck him hard on his jaw with her left.

He recoiled, grimacing with the pain, and lashed out wildly with his right; she ducked under it, and got him smack in the mouth with her right. She followed up with a one-two combination: a pulled left uppercut, followed by a full-on right inswinger of an uppercut. Todd let out a cry of pain and stumbled back towards the ropes. 

"Too slow," she told him contemptuously, as she stretched back out of the way of a lumbering right hook, while banging her left fist into his jaw, intensifying the pain that she had already caused. She had such a mild, tranquil Oriental appearance - yet she fought like an Irish builder on a Saturday night.  True, she was skilled at boxing; but there was a bit of street fighter about her as well.

Getting into her stride, Malaya lost her smile as she properly went to work, hammering her right into his opposite jaw. As Todd staggered, she fetched him a nasty one in the eye with her left. His hands went up to his face. Now, what should a carefully brought up, prim young Japanese lady do in such circumstances? Of course – she should kick him in the balls!

Malaya’s smile returned as her trim, neat left boot slapped home, bringing a roar of pain from Todd, even if slightly muffled by those hands that he pointlessly kept at his face. When he removed them, she was delighted to see that she had given him a glowing, throbbing black eye.

Incensed by her laugh, Todd fired a haymaker with his left. Malaya only needed to make a slight move to avoid it, while firing a straight left into his chest. Realising she had been neglecting the body shots a bit, she now plunged her right low into his stomach. The pain she unleashed travelled down further, and seemed to him to have its own private battle with the pain that her kick to his balls had recently caused.

That was enough body blows for the time being, Malaya thought, punching him sharply on the nose with her left. Then she sent her right roaring into his ear. At least, it started off roaring; but once she had hit him every sound in that ear was muffled. It was as if it was encased in cotton wool; but a cotton wool that seemed to hurt a lot. 

The Eastern beauty put her male opponent halfway through the ropes with her next punch. With a grand flourish, she treated the spectators up in the cafe to an exuberant left hook. Alas, they weren’t close enough to enjoy the bobbing of her little breasts, or the slight wobble of her perfect bottom as her fist swung expansively to send the wretched male through the top and middle ropes. It was only the lower rope firmly against the small of his back that stopped him falling to the mat. 

Malaya let him recover just enough to get back inside the ropes, then greeted him with her right knee, by way of his balls. Todd sank to his knees in agony and despair, nursing his injured balls.

"You poor American boy!" she mocked. "Japanese girl give you black eye, then knee you in the balls! Is funny!"

At the same time, she still had a fight to win. So she dragged him up by his head (gripping his injured left ear hard), then astonished both him and the cafe customers with a devastating super kick to his jaw. It was perfectly executed. With that strike, she went from boxing specialist, Irish brawler, to martial artist (with a touch of ballerina thrown in). 

To add to Todd’s woes, and before he had time to come to terms with her attack, she banged her left fist into the same place. Pain mushroomed over the right side of his face.

Malaya was a deceptive person. Behind the silly giggles, her shy ways, and her broken, attractive English was the dedicated Oriental warrior. She now banged in a precision blow of a right cross to Todd’s opposite jaw. He crumpled down, only to be met with a superlative left uppercut on his way back up. It put him on his backside, and he steadied himself by holding the lowest rope. Malaya now crouched over his face.

"You like my arse, don’t you?" she told him. "I notice you stare at it on day you fight Nakono, and today. Now you have it! Go to work!" She settled down more comfortably, holding the top rope, so that Todd could gratify her. She even hooked her legs under the lowest rope to push Todd’s face hard up against her sex. 

It was an easy transition from that "hold" to a standing head scissor. Standing outside the ropes, she forced Todd to stretch backwards, dragging him by the neck beneath the middle rope, while his feet, legs and main body were inside the ropes.  To add to his ungainly, comical appearance, he now had a full erection. 

Whether or not it was that which gave Malaya the idea to turn her attention to his manhood is anyone’s guess. But she now kneaded his balls. She had a knack of moving from the exquisite to the excruciating and back again. At the same time, she turned the head scissor into what could only be described as a standing face-sit. 

With a sigh that such pleasure must come to an end, she pulled him back to the centre of the ring and head locked him. Gripping his neck in her left arm, she playfully tweaked his nose with her right hand. Then she punched him: one, two, three … how many times? He didn’t know, but it was to give him a recurring dream for the next few nights.

Malaya dragged Todd by his ear where she wanted him, then she unleashed a brutal uppercut, which caught him on the jaw. Her right fist soared into the air – and his head and neck went with it, stretching the rest of his body. She gave him no time to settle down, but smacked a left cross into his opposite jaw. His head, neck and shoulders arched backwards, and his feet stumbled so that, with all luck and no judgement, he stayed upright (sort of).

She had hurt that jaw, she could tell, so she swung a right hook at it. Todd gave a wail of pain as her punch spun him about 45 degrees, before she came at him once more low down in the stomach with her left. 

With his defeat boner now raging, Malaya rammed her right fist into his chest. Almost everywhere she hit now she had already hurt, so that the pain doubled in intensity. This was tripled when she got him in the kidney once more.  That said, she did manage to find one spot she had missed: the left cheekbone, just below the eye. Very remiss of her! But she made amends by punishing it with one of the angled uppercuts at which she excelled. 

She had him, no question. They both knew it. Todd was resigned to it, Malaya was delighting in it. She now despatched him in eclectic style: her left fist smashing him under the chin, and her right knee bludgeoning his balls. He plunged down onto the mat, thankfully unconscious. She waved triumphantly to the spectators at the cafe window (all nursing coffees that had gone cold because they were transfixed by the drama taking place beneath them). 

*****

"Ah, you wake up at last!" Malaya addressed Todd as he started to stir. She was relaxing in a corner, savouring her victory. "Don’t go away," she added, "I go to get strap on."

Todd leapt to the ropes, scrambled through them, and sprinted out of the gym. For her part, Malaya was laughing too much even to let him know that she was only joking.