Japan Female Fight Club
Christmas Edition

Introduction: Welcome to this alternate reality. This female fight club, set in Japan and involving mostly Japanese women, defies some conventions in femfight fic. This universe follows the logic of fighting video games, where over-the-top violence happens, but there will no blood or critical injury. Every defeated fighter will appear fresh for her next fight. Still, expect to see various attacks to intimate organs, which don’t happen all the times in those games (and not to dramatic effect). All fighters are above 18 (sorry, no schoolgirl).

Cultural Note: Japanese pop culture is fond of fetishes involving women of different professions and archetypes. Rather than confined in adult entertainment industry, it’s a mainstream thing presented in newspapers, televisions, and marketing. The women are represented by their smart and stylish uniforms. Some of the biggest examples of the fetishes are of schoolgirls, glasses-wearing women, French maid, and even policewomen. Rather than outright sexy, the Japanese prefer their women to look innocent and cute – at least before entering the closet. This fight club setting unites those archetypes.

Welcome to this debut edition of JFFC. We have five matches this holiday season. We thank the girls who have spared their busy times for this club, and we are grateful that they entrust us to channel their frustration and anger. Let’s end the old year by dumping all the bad energy! We have heaters installed so don’t mind the cold!

Tonight’s cards are:
Nurse Miyako (25) vs Librarian Kazuyo (36)
College Girl Rika (20) vs Part Timer Yuri (22)
Foreign Model Ivana (23) vs Businesswoman Mai (32)
Policewoman Tomiko (26) vs Delinquent Yuu (22)
Expat Wife Jane (34) vs Dancer Paula (31)

Victories can be achieved through KO, TKO, submission, and sexual domination.

The audiences were in Christmas holiday mood. Just like in underground rock clubs, it’s not a welcoming place for perverts. The girls who step into the ‘dance floor’ are there to vent off their stresses and to show off their skills, not to be drolled at by weaklings. Atsuko, a department store staff, was disappointed that she wasn’t on the card. She was still wearing her Santa babe outfit from work, where she was having a very rough month this December. Still, she could release her angst by joining in shouting with the crowd, before dunking in another can of beer.

Nurse Miyako stepped in, barefooted but wearing stocking. Her usually bunned hair was set loose. Librarian Kazuyo traded her cat glasses with motorcycling eyewear and her turtleneck and long skirt with a black fitting t-shirt and jeans. At the signal, both women released primal screams and lunged at each other. They wrested each other to the ground. Kazuyo gained the upper hand, sat on the nurse and punched her face. But she managed to deflect Kazuyo’s fist, which slammed the floor. As the librarian screamed in pain, Miyako punched her ribs and unseated her. Miyako grabbed Kazuyo’s hair and punched her face. Kazuyo was down, holding her face. Miyako stood up and swung her foot to kick Kazuyo’s belly. After did it three times, she rode on Kazuyo’s back and gave her a camel clutch. The librarian signaled her submission. The nurse stood up and lifted both hands in victory, as Kazuyo was kneeling on the ground, coughing and holding her aching belly.

The fighters for the second match dressed in contrast. Rika wore a purple legging bottom and tight sweater, while Yuri, currently working as a gas station attendant, dressed in green jumpsuit and cap. Rika had long brown hair while Yuri had short black hair. Yuri launched a vicious roundhouse kick which Rika blocked. Still, the force of the kick opened up her defense. Yuri hopped forward and pushed-kicked Rika on the chest. The college girl squealed and fell. The tomboy jumped at her but Rika kicked her, right on the crotch.

Yuri yelled and immediately holding her womanhood with both hands. Her eyes were closed, enduring the pain. Rika grabbed her head and kneed her face. She pushed Yuri down and mounted her. Yuri’s cap had left her head. With her back on the floor, Yuri had her face bitchslapped several times. Rika ended the barrage with a hard punch. Yuri was still conscious but was defenseless. Rika unzipped her jumpsuit, revealing emerald bras and panties. She licked her lips and moved her finger inside Yuri’s underwear. The tomboy gasped as she felt her inside was violated. Before she could resist, the college girl had pinched her cherry. Yuri was literally zapped. Rika massaged Yuri’s cunt gently. Yuri moaned in pleasure, confused that she actually enjoyed this female touch, a thing she never imagined could happen. Rika continued massaging with wicked smile.

“Alright, alright…that’s enough…it’s Christmas…don’t give her cunt claw or something like that. You’ve won by TKO. Congrats. Now leave her.” The ringmistress’ voice over the sound system interrupted the spectacle. Rika pouted but she had to obey. She released her hand from Yuri’s cavern. “It’s a pity…actually I just wanted to be nice…” She kissed Yuri on the mouth and left her. Yuri was trembling on the floor as she tried to zip her uniform back. The audience was astonished with the upset. Rika was cheered by her minions. They took a group shot with her pocket camera, where she made victory sign using her sticky fingers.

The next fight was Ivana against Mai. 5 ft 10 inches Ivana from Russia had brown hair and green eyes, clad in white silk panties and showed off her wonderful bosoms and taut abs. 5 ft 8 inches businesswoman Mai, with ponytailed black hair, wore white shirt and black pants. Ivana was barefoot while Mai wore a pair of black socks (would they make her prone to slip? Not on this world). Ivana chose to be defensive. Both fighters circled each other. Mai launched a haymaker. Ivana evaded it and grappled Mai. Mai clinched her, bullrushed Ivana, passing the crowds that quickly moving out of the way, and slammed Ivana’s back to the wall. The Russian yelled in great pain. The businesswoman pummeled her belly with several uppercut punches. She ended it with a big punch to Ivana’s baby factory. The Russian’s scream made many in the audiences cringed – several girls instinctively covered their crotches. While Ivana was kneeling in indescribable agony, lamenting in Russian, Mai kicked her leg toward her head and used the back of her knee to hook Ivana’s neck. She then lay down; taking down Ivana with her, in effect put her in a head scissor. The audiences were astonished with the technical maneuver. Ivana’s hands were futilely trying to unlock the scissor. Her eyes looked toward her tormentor. Suddenly Mai launched her fist overhead and slammed it to Ivana’s belly. She was bucking hard and found it very hard to breath. Her stomach felt wrecked. “Give?” Mai asked in English. Ivana tried to shook ‘no’. She couldn’t but Mai had got it, and repeated the process. Ivana screamed again. Mai lazily unlocked the cross and stood up, while Ivana was in fetal position, one hand holding her tummy and another on her neck. Mai grabbed Ivana’s legs and spread them. The Russian panicked and yelling “No no! Please no! I give up! Stop!” in English and Japanese.

“You heard her! Don’t ever think to play deaf, missy!” The ringmistress yelled just after Mai lifted her foot toward Ivana’s cunt. Mai gave a “What the f…” glare she often launched during meetings. She let go of Ivana’s feet and walked away.

“Winner by submission!” The ringmistress announced. “But I was just wanted to pretzel her legs…that’s all…” Mai sulked. Some of the audiences also protested. “Yo, it’s Christmas, alright…I’m not in mood for one-sided cruelty…” the lady in Zara fur jacket and Burberry fedora hat said. A male voice heckled her. “Hey asshole, go find yourself a woman to fuck if you want to jerk off!” she retorted.

Policewoman Tomiko and Delinquent Yuu didn’t have personal history. But perhaps tonight would be their first. The officer, who had tidy light brown hair, wore blue jogging pants and blue tracksuit; while the delinquent, sporting spiky red hair, wore Emily t-shirt beneath a varsity jacket and leather pants. “My, what a Christmas, isn’t it officer? She grinned. Tomiko didn’t reply.

“Yeaah!” Yuu launched a flashing jab to Tomiko’s chest. The policewoman yelped in surprise and in pain. Yuu then closing in and hit Tomiko’s kidney. Finally she hooked her arm over her neck and slammed her down.

Yuu had headlocked Tomiko’s for several moments, but then the officer swung a rock hard hook to her jaw. Tomiko buckled, set her neck free, and kicked Yuu’s head. The gang girl rolled, holding her face. Tomiko kneeled down to regain her composure. Yuu stood up, yelled “BITCH!” in anger. Tomiko sidestepped and tackled her on the shin. Yuu fell down in great pain. Tomiko grabbed her spiky hair from behind (a wise decision to avoid her pussy from being punched). She pulled her hair, forcing Yuu to look above. She saw the blue triangle that was Tomiko’s crotch and felt that the policewoman’s thighs were clamping on her neck. Moments later Tomiko slammed down her butt and forced Yuu’s skull to kiss the floor. Her scream was muffled but it was sure she was in big pain. Tomiko was sitting on Yuu’s face, making sure her pussy was situated above Yuu’s nose and not her mouth. She opened up her jacket, pulled Yuu’s shirt up, undid her crimson bra, grabbed Yuu’s boobs and pinched her tits. After spending seconds in muffled shrieking, Yuu tapped her hand to the floor frantically.

“Win by submission!” The ringmistress announced. Tomiko released the hold and gave her hand to Yuu. She pushed her hand away. “You sick cunt! And you call yourself a cop?!” She yelled while covering her breasts. Tomiko smiled and gave her a thumb up, before turning the thumb down. Minutes later, when Yuu was sitting in gloom with her male friends, two enforcers from the club approaching them - reminded them to keep the vendetta inside the dance floor. In other words, the club expects the brats to not exacting revenge on the policewoman because of tonight’s match. The club always knows if something goes wrong. And those wannabes won’t like it if the club is unhappy.

“Yeah! Now to the big fight! And I’m happy to announce that a dickhead who tried to grope me is now a having a pair of numb balls!” The ringmistress said joyfully, to the hearty laughter from the audiences. “Throw the perverts out!” A woman shouted.

“From Melbourne Australia….standing at 168 cm [5 ft 7 inch]…it’s deadly viper Jane McCall!” The housewife stepped in, wore a white Mooks hoodie and cargo pants, complimented by white Reebok aerobic shoes. Her strawberry blonde hair was bundled neatly. “Her opponent is from the Japanese city of Sao Paulo, Brazil…standing at 165 cm [5 ft 6 inch]…here’s Samba Paula Yamazaki!”

Paula was a Japanese-Brazilian who migrated back to her ancestors’ homeland. She had some Latin touches inherited from her grandfather. Having well formed arms, stomach, breasts and buns covered by tanned skin, she flaunted them with a black sports bra, baggy pink dancing pants and basketball shoes.

Jane adopted boxing stance. She shuffled and bounced. Paula saw that she had good defense so she also refrained from attacking. Jane made her way forward carefully and tried to grapple Paula. Unfortunately the dancer pushed her. Then Paula grappled the slightly taller woman.

Jane spread her hands quickly to undo the grapple. In the next second she punched Paula’s bra, one-two. The Japanese groaned. The Australian closed in and punched her belly with an uppercut from close range. After Paula bent over, Jane headlocked her and moved in to punch her side. The expat wife acted like a true street fighter.

In desperation, Paula used her left hand to punch Jane’s pants, under the button. Jane was surprised. Paula repeated the hit again and again, like a clinched boxer who tried to sneak in some punches – this time under the belt. The discomfort was too much for Jane. She released the headlock. Both fighters stopped the fight to deal with their pains. Paula was kneeling, holding her belly, while Jane was holding her pussy. “Bloody hell…” She squirmed with eyes closed. The audience gave applauses to both ladies.

Paula restarted the fight by sweeping Jane’s foot. She fell. Paula stood and ran. But Jane launched a back kick that hit Paula’s triangle. “AAGH!” she screamed and fell down. Jane turned around quickly and kicked Paula’s head. The Brazilian was on her back in fetal position, hands on her face and on her lower belly.

Jane dragged her by her long hair. She pinned Paula to the wall breasts first and removed her bra. She grabbed Paula’s tits and massaged them. The dancer gasped in shock. Jane continued her sexual assault expertly; making the dark raisins went hard and wet. “Woooahhh….” The audiences gasped too. Then she wrestled Paula to the ground on her belly. Jane clamped her feet on Paula’s torso while mercilessly massaging her tits.

“Ooh…oo God..ngggh…” the sultry Asian moaned. Jane was also aroused, licking her lips while trying to maintain her body scissor and concentration. “Shit…” the ringmistress whispered, feeling her heartbeat increasing. Yuu and her boyfriend couldn’t stand it and rushed to the restroom. Jane added up the heat by gnawing Paula’s neck. “Good God!” a guy exclaimed.

Jane turned Paula onto her back and released her scissor. While Paula was still in dizzying high, the white woman slipped her crotch between Paula’s – the famed lesbian ‘scissor sisters’ position! The audiences went wild. “Don’t’ stop this…don’t stop this…please…” a guy in afro was begging behind the ringmistress. The woman dropped her jaw.

Jane’s hands had ended their torments on Paula’s boobs but they were holding her shins firmly. She humped Paula, her baggy pants were kissing wildly with her Lycra dancing pants. To everyone’s surprise, the Brazilian put her hands on her tits and played with them! This was not a fight anymore. In few more minutes, Paula came – her juice was spoiling her panties and pants. Her screams of ecstasy were rippling through the club. She was drenching in sweat, mouth open wide, her hair matted, her pulse was racing. That’s the first time a woman could give her orgasm – and a heavenly one.

Jane was resting on her elbow, eyes looking at the floor. The bell was rung three times. It took some seconds before the ringmistress said “Uh…right…you win. Sexual submission. Jesus.” She ended her sentence in English.

Jane removed her lower body from Paula who was still on her back, silent for a moment and said in Japanese “Would somebody please fuck me…a man…do me…” Apparently she hasn’t reached orgasm but wanting to release her passion. Immediately.

At first people were hesitated. Then a muscular Japanese in long hair stepped forward. Jane looked at him and said “You’ll be right, mate…” The man picked Jane up. The female expatriate looked at him with lust. “Err…not here…not here…thank you…” the ringmistress interrupted. The man then led Jane away, perhaps to the restroom or something else more private.

“There you go….Paula baby…you alright? Somebody please give her bra back. Thank you. Well, that concludes our show…back for more next time. Have a great Christmas and New Year for everyone…bring your confidence outside, but leave your grudge here.”

Next on the Fight Club:
Lifeguard Aya. English Teacher Indira. Stewardess Kanako. B-Girl UCHI. Yakuza Princess Tomome. Foreign student Yinyin. Karateka Motoko. Graphic artist Mika. Varsity athlete Yun-Ha.

THE RINGMISTRESS IS GOD.