Japan Female Fight Club
Volume 1/2010

Rules of the Fight Club:
1. It woman against woman, with no weapon.
2. No woman under 18 can fight.
2. No blood or injury will happen.
3. Fighters fight comfortably in any dress they choose.
4. Attack on sexual organs is the norm.
5. The fight finishes when one woman is knocked out, giving up, reaches orgasm, or if the ringmistress says so.
6. You can defy the ringmistress, but you’ll regret it.
7. Bring your confidence outside. Leave your grudge inside.

It’s a New Year! Let’s fight the horrible snowstorms with hot fights! Bring in the spirit of the Tiger!

Tonight’s cards are:
Graphic Artist Mika (23) vs Stewardess Kanako (27)
Department Store Staff Atsuko (23) vs Foreign Student Yinyin (20)
Lifeguard Aya (29) vs Varsity Athlete Yun-Ha (19)
English Teacher Indira (26) vs B-Girl UCHI (21)
Karateka Motoko (28) vs Yakuza Princess Tomome (18)

Despite the chilling air outside, the fight club is kept warm with heaters, alcohols, and the fiery fighting spirit of the women. Graphic Artist Mika represents the ‘plain Jane’ girls. She has medium length brown hair and came to the ring wearing orange cardigan, grey pants, and casual shoes. Stewardess Kanako, off-duty, came wearing smart suit top, cotton pants, stocking, and flat shoes. She let her long hair loose.

Kanako launched a high kick that Mika evaded. She continued with a punch. Mika grabbed her arms, turned, and smashed her elbow to Kanako’s jaw. The girl next door maintained her hold and brought down Kanako to the floor. The she twisted her wrist. The stewardess screamed in great pain.

Mika continued her merciless assault by kicking at Kanako’s ribs. The girl in suit was crying at her inability to fight back. Mika bended Kanako’s arm and pinned her breasts to the ground with her thighs. Kanako tried to rise to unseat her. The artist grabbed her hair and slammed her face to the floor twice. The audience was chilled at this Jane Citizen, who supposedly spending her daytime taking macro pictures of flowers using her Nikon camera and editing them at night on her Mac (before uploading them to her Flickr), could inflict violence like a women prison’s hellcat.

Yes dear reader, be assure that Kanako won’t have her nose broken or gashing blood from her forehead. Nor her collarbone or wrist would break. But be assured that she feels like in hell.

Mika unmounted the miserable stewardess and stood above her for a moment, while her prey was moaning on the floor. Then she pulled Kanako’s hair and forced her to kneel, ready for a finisher. The audience thought Mika would slam Kanako’s face with an uppercut. Instead the jobber got an uppercut to her belly. The effect was still very devastating. All the air was forced out, painfully, from the girl in blue. She fell down hard, lying down in fetal position. Mika stood tall above her vanquished opponent. Kanako was barely awake.

“KO. I count that as a KO.” The ringmistress gave her decision. Mika raised her fist in subdued satisfaction, leaving the older female twitching on the floor.

On to the next fight. Atsuko’s uniform for the department store’s New Year theme is supposedly kimono, presenting her as ‘Yamato Nadeshiko’ – traditional maiden. The costumer liaison officer modified it and stepped into the ring as a geisha. She knew she would fight a debutant, a foreign student from China. Yinyin had a cute boyish look. Then Atsuko cursed her bad luck for two reasons. First, Yinyin wore a bulky purple winter jacket that provided more protection for her upper body than Atsuko’s kimono, and she complemented it with jeans and sneakers. The second problem was her size. Yinyin stood at six feet high and it was evident that she built her body through competitive team sports like basketball or volleyball, not just through gym and aerobic like Atsuko does. Atsuko’s best bet, however, was her catfigthing ability.

Atsuko chose to be reactive – see how the Chinese would go and then counter it. Yinyin took the initiative and lunged at her. Atsuko believed she had the speed. She sidestepped Yinyin and kicked her. Unfortunately Yinyin’s bulky jacket helped her to absorb her impact, and her hands grabbed Atsuko’s leg. While the Japanese tried to balance herself, the Chinese kicked her right shin. Atsuko’s balance was at Yinyin’s mercy. The young Amazon brought down Atsuko while keep her hold on her leg. What happened next was predictable – a vicious kick on Atsuko’s crotch. The shopper’s delight arched her back and screamed as she was experiencing the worst pain human could get. Yinyin expressed her sympathy by repeating the kick, this time with more feeling.

“Atsuko. You’re the first girl to get cunted in the New Year. You win some cash, spa voucher, and a dildo.” The ringmistress announced in deadpan manner, as if she was advertising today’s specials on the vegetables section. Some spectators cheered at the ringmistress’ generosity. Atsuko tears were streaming over the pain and the humiliation – she received a prize for getting fanny pain? The tall student lunged at her and punched her silly. She grabbed Atsuko’s kimono and tore them. The geisha cosplayer (that’s costume player) was braless, her decent udders were jiggling. The Chinese student pinched and twisted Atsuko’s pink nipples. The young staffer closed her eyes and screamed in high pitch. Suddenly Yinyin planted a deep kiss into Atsuko’s mouth, sucking her breath away. She grapevined Atsuko and massaged her tits. The audience cheered wildly as if they saw Yao Ming did a slam dunk.

“CHINESE GIRL, I LOVE YOU! I’LL SPONSOR YOUR RESIDENCE VISA!” The Ringmistress screamed over the microphone. Atsuko, unfortunately, couldn’t say the same. What she felt was her neck was pecked by Yinyin’s teeth and tongue. She was unable to fight back. She couldn’t. She couldn’t….she moaned harder and harder until she was cumming. Her juice spilled beyond her red panties and Yinyin’s thighs.

“Win by sexual submission! First Mistress of 2010 gets a new phone!” The audience went wild. Some girls yelled their admiration for the Big Sister. Yinyin kneeled at all four, hovering above Atsuko, and smiled at her. Atsuko felt wanted to cry. She’s not a dyke, isn’t it? She fucked me just for fight, right? O god, I don’t want to be molested by a Chinese dyke…

It’s the battle of athletes! Well-toned Aya created a nice silhouette of her curves and muscles through her blue Speedo skin swimsuit. Her opponent, Yun-Ha, is an ethnic Korean, whose social circumstance in Japan could be worse than those of Latinos in America or Turks in Germany. Her athleticism won her college scholarship and she showed excellence in various sports. Her biggest predicament in studying was to choose whether she would specialize in soccer or softball. She sported an all-red tracksuit set.

Even their fighting stances were formidable! Aya adapted a kickboxing ready position while Yun-Ha stood sideway in a taekwondo stance. Yun-Ha sidestepped, shuffling her feet. Left right, left right. She launched her left leg toward Aya before swinging her right. Despite Aya’s block, the power of the roundhouse unsettled her defense. The lifeguard grunted as her arm and shoulder received the brunt of Yun-Ha’s blow. Yun-Ha didn’t ease up and hit Aya’s jaw with a left hook. She continued with an uppercut toward the belly. The skinsuit clad woman yelled but did her best to clinch her opponent. Yun-Ha tried to pull her away but somehow, despite the blow, Aya overpowered her and wrestled her to the ground. In desperation, Yun-Ha slammed a vicious knee to Aya’s cunt. Aya shut her eyes and opened her mouth wide, expressing pure agony. She released her clinch and fell sideway.

Yun-Ha wasted no time, stood up and rode on Aya’s back, putting her in a surfboard hold, pulling her arms backward. After Aya’s screams and curses, Yun-Ha released the hold. Suddenly Aya moved her back upward and unseated the varsity athlete. She grabbed Yun-Ha’s hair and used it to catapult her body forward. Yun-Ha hit the ground, head and upper back first. Aya tried to catch breath for seconds while her foe was in pain, pressing her aching twat. Before Yun-Ha could recover, Aya smothered her face and unzipped her tracksuit. That made Yun-Ha could appreciate punches to her boobs better. Aya ended it with a smashing punch to Yun-Ha’s face.

She lifted dazed Yun-Ha, put her in a full nelson and then smashed her crotch with atomic drop. “Yeah, feel that, little bitch!” Aya yelled in anger as the Korean was nursing her pussy. She then wickedly kneed Yun-Ha’s side belly – with a knee that was well trained in kickboxing. Some male audience wished they would see a body clad in skinsuit would bend and shake in suffering as Aya would be owned by the tomboy. Instead it was she who was handling out damage.

The next move was worse. Aya spread Yun-Ha’s legs and kicked the spot between them. Yun-Ha was crying from the pain. “That’s how it’s like to be fucked! You like that, lesbo?” Then she lifted Yun-Ha by her neck, wrapped her arms around it and suddenly slammed Yun-Ha’s head down. Yun-Ha wasn’t sure which body part should she hold – head, torso, or lower.

“Enough! Win by TKO,” The Ringmistress said.

“Yeah?! Would you call that if it’s me who has my pussy kicked and boobs punched? If it’s me down there?” Aya retorted, pointing at the conquered young adult weeping under her heel.

“You win, alright?” Ringmistress raised her tone. Aya walked away.

Opponents take note: This girl is angry and surprisingly durable.

“Heeh…well she wipes that Korean dick…that’s good enough…but it seems she really wishes to be stripped and gagged….” Rika said in cold and calm tone to her minion.

Indira is a British Asian (Indian, to be exact) who studied Japanese in university. Her banker father had groomed her brothers to become his heirs back in London, so the gorgeous woman with long wavy hair choose to follow the path of many other Japanophile Westerners – come to the Land of Rising Sun to teach English. Anyone who questions her credibility based on her skin can choose to be berated in her posh British accent or her fine Japanese. Indira wore a shiny black leather jacket, pants, and boots to complement her fine curves and olive skin. Her Japanese opponent was her opposite in many respects.

UCHI (all capital) is a breakdancer. She doesn’t want to become just a candy for the guys. She wants to be the part of the crew. Her dream is to be the part of a team representing Japan against units from Korea, France, and United States. The small-eyed little girl with dyed blonde hair wore oversized Nike jacket, baggy pants, Ecko scully, and green Puma Clyde shoes.

Indira chose wait and see, while UCHI did some of her warm-up routine. Seconds later the British grew impatient and wondered if her opponent was just showing off. She ran toward UCHI, while trying to anticipate her move. UCHI seemed oblivious, until on the last second, while circling on the ground, she used her foot to tackle the running woman. Then she swung her heel and smashed Indira’s skull diagonally. It was a total disaster for Indira.

She rode on Indira’s midsection and squinted her eyes (which made her almost like eyes-less) and said “Let’s play”. She pulled Indira’s head and headbutted her nose. Then she chocked Indira and smashed her bikini section with her elbow. After the scream, the Indian moaned repeatedly in husky British voice. UCHI locked both of Indira’s boots with the crooks of her elbow and pulled them, pressuring her lower back, while resting her knees on Indira’s shiny leather-covered breasts. “Give?” She asked.

Indira didn’t answer. UCHI released the pin, rose up, and disrespectly stepped over Indira’s face. “Yo Big Sis, can I get a TKO?” She asked the Ringmistress.

Indira tried to stand up while UCHI was distracted. Or so she thought. Just when the Indian beauty lifted her head, UCHI slammed it down with her butt and sat on Indira’s face. The Indian was wildly buckling, trying to catch breath and getting out of this humiliation.

“Can I?” UCHI wiggled her butt while still sitting.

“Shit…alright, win by TKO…but you know, you have to learn to respect people…”

“Huh? I don’t think kicking each other in the cunny, or having lesbian sex in the public can be said as respect…” UCHI continued her deadpan argument, without the slightest care that she was sitting on someone’s face.

“You win dammit, now get off her!”

“Yaay…” She raised her hands, saying the most unemotional ‘Banzai’ ever and picked her vanquished foreign opponent. Indira was coughing heavily. “Don’t mind, k, sister? It’s just my style…” Uchi put her hand over Indira’s shoulder, leading her away from the dance floor.

“Jesus, it’s just New Year and we’ve had people like this…alright, main fight!” The Ringmistress announced, wondering if an Aya vs UCHI fight should be avoided (to spare the pain of bantering with them) or realized soon (they deserve each other).

“Standing at 166 cm, it’s karateka Motoko!” If there’s someone resembling butch in JFFC (besides perhaps Yinyin), it would be Motoko. For props, the short haired muscular girl wears gi and black belt. It’s just props since she’s not yet holding black belt. But she does attend karate class.

“Standing at 171 cm, we welcome Miss Tomome!” The audience subdued their cheers. Tomome is a daughter of a Yakuza’s oyabun. Her father gave her permission to fight to train her killer instinct and to keep a close presence in the league. She wears suits, complete with the black tie. Her glasses enhance her poker face. Motoko know she can’t take this fight lightly. But who knows, some earlier fights turned out to be upset once the victor inflict serious damages continuously and not losing her momentum. She’s a child, but Motoko determines to hurt Tomome real bad, or it’s going to be her that’s lying on the floor. This is not a child. This is a devil child.

Both women bowed – some audience believed the courtesy signals the coming of spine-chilling violence. Motoko took her stance, and so did Tomome. Motoko cautiously moved closer. Tomome greeted her with a barrage of flashing sidekicks using only her left leg. Motoko evaded and blocked them. Before she could make her counter, Tomome withdrew her leg and kept it bend, keeping her balance on her right foot. Still, Motoko can see that had has good defense. She would continue to employ the left leg.

Motoko countered by shifting her position toward Tomome’s back. As she predicted, the teenager swung her left leg, aiming for Motoko’s head. The short-haired woman ducked and sweeped Tomome’s right foot. The young girl spectacularly flew over her head and landed painfully on her back. Motoko jumped, grabbed her left arm while locking Tomome’s left leg with her leg. Seems the karateka also employed Brazilian jiujutsu. Tomome screamed. Motoko shifted her position, rode on Tomome’s belly and was punching her spectacles-covered face. The Yakuza Girl was frantically trying to block those punches. Good news for Motoko, even if she wins Tomome has no right to seek revenge outside the ring – even her family honor code forbids it.

Motoko felt stabbing pain on her kidney as Tomome was punching it. It became a battle of attrition – an adult woman was pinning her lower body on top of a bespectacled teenager in suit, punching her face mercilessly while trying to hold some blows that the little tall girl was inflicting. Motoko believed she was doing more damage.

She did. Several more blows later, the teenager lost her consciousness, suffering from the fists that were trained against sandbags and woodchips (granted, Motoko isn’t black belt, but she’s way above yellow). In accordance to physics and biological laws in our story, unconscious Tomome’s face didn’t turn into bloody pulp. Even her glasses weren’t broken. They were just unhinged from her eyes, presenting her as a sleeping beauty that made Motoko felt envy – and bit frustrated. Why a princess like her has to become an evil princess?

“Win by KO! Don’t worry girl…you do what you have to. Congratulations.” Motoko nodded, held her sides in pain, and did her best to lift Tomome and carried her away to the medic station.

It was bit an anticlimax, but the Ringmistress felt relief. That was a pure fight, without many protests. Pure violence, if you can say so. It might have been a squash, but it was due to skills – Motoko’s excellent strategy and power. Tomome would be very pissed off and challenged to show what she’s capable to on her next fight.

“That’s that everyone…as final words…I want to say this to Kanako…well, now you see the bright side of not working for Japan Airlines. Peace out and see you in the time of Valentine. Yinyin won’t be available as she’s going home for the Lunar New Year. Have a good and safe trip, and don’t forget to bring me something. Enjoy your early present. Bye.”