Set in the Wrestling the Underworld Storyline
She looked at him with a sarcastic smile, she could tell he was eyeing up her instead of checking her Identification. She had no choice but to cooperate with him as he decided whether or not she was granted entry into the venue.
The alleyway was dark and damp, rain pattered relentlessly on the queuing patrons. The large bouncer glanced at her ID then proceeded to run his eyes up her shapely legs, her curvy midsection grinning as they stopped at her breasts which were barely contained by her black blouse. Handing the ID back and stepping aside the woman took a deep, shaky breath as she stepped through the rusty iron doorway into a long, dark corridor. To her right, a counter manned by an ancient looking woman with a cigarette half hanging from her mouth, gesturing aggressively at a large worn out looking ledger with her boney fingers, she wanted the guest to place a bet. Politely declining, the younger woman makes her way down the dark corridor, the clacking of her heels echoing with each stride. As she progressed closer to its end she was met by a set of double metal doors. The thickness of the doors clearly weren’t sound proofed enough as she could hear a feint rumble of cheering and clapping from the other side, primal and disorderly.
The doors swung open, and the woman was greeted by a large smokey room filled to the brim with a crowd of smartly dressed men and women seated on questionable looking bleachers that could barely hold their weight. The bleachers surrounded by what looked like a wrestling ring only without the ring posts or the ropes, the canvas was torn and stained, the upkeep clearly wasn’t on the top of the organisers priority list. As she fought through the jeering crowd, she managed to catch a glimpse of what they were betting on, two young women tangled up in a messy knot of limbs on the canvas, panting like dogs in heat as they clawed and yanked at each others hair. This was Tokyo’s dark underbelly and this woman had just paid her entry fee into a private catfight club for Japan’s corporate elite.
The fight had reached its conclusion, but the night had only started, as one of the girls had finally conceded and was carried out in tears by an unsympathetic official, the victor was handed a handful of cash and shown the door with no fanfare or praise. The announcer then took centre stage and introduced their next gladiator, stepping into the ring and kicking off her high heels, the girl steps onto the canvas and bows to all four corners of spectators. She was dressed elegantly, but there was an unhinged look in her eye. The woman watched on as the girl stood in the centre of the arena as she was introduced, her name was Tomi. At the age of 18, she was definitely the youngest fighter the woman had witnessed take part in such a spectacle. She was beautiful, dressed in a tight pencil skirt, with a large slit running up her thigh showcasing her shapely legs clad in silky black pantyhose. Her white blouse, tucked in tight to her skirt was buttoned down enough to tease the crowd of what was underneath. She scanned the crowd like a hawk, volume of cheering crowd died down as they knew what was coming…and so did the woman. Every night they host an open challenge, a member of the crowd can step forward and fight either another audience member or in this case a member of the roster. The room fell silent, this was the perfect opportunity for the woman to make her presence known, standing up and raising her hand she accepted the challenge and with that the crowd cheered with a relieved sigh.
As she kicked off her own heels and climbed onto the canvas, the women exchanged bows…a sign of respect before engaging in combat. Unlike the audience and her younger counterpart, the woman wasn’t from Japan she was in fact European. Her wavy blonde hair and tanned skin, contrasted with Tomi’s Jet black bob and milky white complexion. The woman was 17 years Tomi’s senior, was taller and thicker than the girl, in good shape but more curves. Despite the obvious size difference, she had a suspicion that Tomi wasn’t as dainty as she looked. Clad in a burgundy leather skirt that stopped halfway up her thigh, tanned pantyhose stockings and a silky black blouse, the woman cocked her hips as she sized up Tomi. They stepped closer to each other, toe to toe, the woman towering over Tomi. The matches in this particular club would always start by exchanging slaps to the face, then the fight would be underway, a way to break tension between the fighters and rile them up. As Tomi issued the challenge she was the first to start. With a right hook, slicing through the air, the woman felt a sharp stinging pain as Tomi’s palm collided with her cheek, she nodded with acceptance as the crowd roared. Her face was raw, she felt her cheek burning as rage boiled inside her. It was her turn, and her slap nearly sent Tomi off her feet. Clutching her face Tomi kept her composer as a bright red mark was starting to from on her face. The women exchanged two more face slaps, until the bell rang suddenly prompting them to start the fight, Tomi wasted no time. The fighters circled on the canvas, eager to close the gap, Tomi went for the woman’s hair, frustratingly the woman managed to push her away. Again she attempted to grab at the woman’s clothes, but she was parried, growing frustrated, Tomi began to throw a series of low leg kicks at the woman, connecting hard with her lower thigh and calf. The second kick creating an opening for Tomi to close the distance and grab hold of the woman’s hair.
Despite the pain she was experiencing, the woman was impressed but Tomi’s primal nature, and wanted to experience more. They were now locked in a vicious clinch, both hands tied around each other’s hair, yanking and tugging as their scalps burned. It was the woman’s turn to show Tomi what skills she had in her arsenal. Hooking a leg around the her opponents and with a twist if her hips, the woman flung her younger opponent to the canvas with a thud, landing hard on top of her. The girl let out yelp from the collision. With their hands still firmly gripping each other’s hair, Tomi managed to wrap her legs around one of the woman’s toned thighs preventing her from assuming a mount position. Letting go of Tomi’s hair with one hand, the woman used her free hand to send a combo of open handed slaps to Tomi’s face making her opponent shriek and scream what she thought was a profanity in Japanese. Getting desperate, the Tomi reached up, clawing at the woman looking to scratch and grab at any thing she could get a hold of, ripping open the woman’s blouse and doing a number on the woman’s tights in the process.
In a desperate attempt to turn the tables, Tomi releases the woman’s thigh from between her legs, then continuously threw hard knees at her back. She had clearly lost her temper, yelling and screeching with each blow, knocking the woman off her and onto the canvas. Like a rabid animal Tomi, pounced as soon as the woman hit the canvas, crawling up her body and sitting directly on her chest, then progressing to the woman’s face. Pressing her crotch hard into the woman’s nose, Tomi helped herself to a handful of her opponents hair and yanking it upwards as hard as she can, smothering her victim’s face in her crotch. The crowd loved it, yelling and throwing money into the ring, but the match wasn’t over yet. The woman may be a new face but she had experience behind her, keeping calm despite the pain she was in, she used her legs to reach up and hook around Tomi’s shoulders, knocking her off balance.
What started out as a fast paced skirmish soon turned into a lethargic war of attrition, both women were exhausted and their clothes were in tatters. Huge holes gaped from Tomi’s black tights, her pale skin exposed to the humid, Smokey air engulfing the arena. The woman’s skirt was hanging off her waist by a thread, looking like a character straight out of post-apocalyptic movie. Both of their blouses had already been ripped off and showing off their toned upper bodies covered in bright red hand prints from the relentless slap fighting.
They lay tangled on the mat locked in a gruelling catball, occasionally throwing the odd slap to the body. Both of their breasts were pancaked together in a tight, sweaty body press, erect nipples fencing for domination. The woman knew she had to finish off the fight soon, the crowd’s excitement had died down and they ran the risk of the organisers calling off the fight resulting in neither of them being paid. Lying on top of Tomi with her leg clamped between Tomi’s nearly bare thighs, the woman sat up on her younger opponent and grabbed at her messy black bob with both hands, lifting her opponent up and slamming her back down onto the canvas.
With that Tomi’s clamp like grip on the woman’s leg had release, allowing the European to manoeuvre herself into the cross body position. She then moved grabbed Tomi by the hair and dragged her into a headscissor position, with the back of Tomi’s head resting on her crotch. Tensing her quads as she locked her ankles, she felt Tomi panic as she let out an exhausted yelp. Too tired to fight her way out of it the young woman had just squealed as the woman’s thighs cut off her airways.
After a brief moment, Tomi had given up and the match was won.
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(Some time backstage after the fight)
“You speak English?”
“A little”
“You fought well.”
“Thank you, I guess”
The woman smiled warmly, they had both freshened up, and she was till holding a the envelope of cash she had won earlier.
“Listen, you’re too young for this kind of scene, you’re beautiful and talented. You shouldn’t be in a dingy place like this.”
Tomi grinned a little, “unfortunately I have no choice, I have nowhere else to go”.
“Come and work for me, I run my own production company in London, where the wrestlers welfare comes first…oh…and see this”, the woman holds up the envelope of cash, “this is your one way flight to London, and a ticket to a new life, what do you think?”
Tomi keeps her eyes glued to the concrete floor, “I don’t know…”
The woman pauses, digs through her handbag and pull out a card, “I’m flying back in 3 days, have a think and give me a call when you’re ready…oh my name is Alina by the way”.
End
