Late that evening Malika and Ina entered Richard's stockade wearing only thongs and gloves.  The night was hot and humid, and both fighters' bodies glistened with sweat under the powerful lamps that floodlit the arena.  The air was still and filled with the chirps of cicadas that rose above the low pitched throb of the lighting generator.
Richard brought the two fighters into the centre of the stockade to face each other:
"OK ladies this is to be a fight to the finish with no time limit or breaks.  The match will continue until only one of you is unable to stand or one of you surrenders.  The winner will spend the rest of their vacation with the Chief.  Do you both agree?"
Each woman nodded her agreement and Richard left the stockade to join the Chief and his nurse outside the wooden fencing.