Zigzaging Zia: A Mixed Wrestling Story

As I stretched my legs in preparation for my bout with Zia, I reflected on this moment in my life. I was about to be paid for a mixed wrestling bout. I was fit and healthy. Zia was all woman and all muscle. Life was good, and rather spectacularly so!But I still had one problem: did Zia want me to win, or did she want me to lose? The stakes were the same as for my recent bout with Nitro Nancy: the winner would get to ravage the loser's body.
I'd asked the gym's manager for advice, but all I'd gotten back was that I should 'play it by ear'. As we began to wrestle, best three of five rounds, Zia felt wonderful and she smelled even better. I knew I'd have to win at least one or two rounds. And the way Zia was pushing, pulling and pummelling my body-seventh heaven!-I knew she'd win a round or two herself. But the fifth and final round. And the round after that.?