John stood across the ring from you. His gaze carefully looked over your body, as if mentally probing your defense. John had the physique of a true fighter. 6’ 2” tall with 215 pounds of muscle. You on the other hand? Not so much. You stood at a wimpy 5’ 2” and 130lbs. Your skinny arms and chest led into a delicate looking waist and wide hips. Your hips supported a generously thick pair of ass and thighs. The small amount of weight you carried on your chest could easily be mistaken for small breasts. All that combined with your long, brown hair and soft facial features ensured that at first glance everybody thought you were a girl. Despite the differences in your bodies, you knew that you still had a chance against John.

The referee pulled both of you into the middle of the ring. “This is a sex match” the referee reminded both of you. “Ko’s don’t mean victory. You win by either forcing an opponent to submit or by fucking them senseless.” “Lets have a good fight” you try to say confidently. John silently nods in agreement. You try and think of something else to say, but the bell suddenly rings. You try and raise your arms in defense, but John is too fast. He hits you with a devastating straight right punch square in the face.