The Kumite Champion (HC Part Four)
By JS2007

During her first month out of Shanghai’s Sports Culture International Universities sister hospital, living with her carer in the high rise luxury student accommodation block, Helen had been as weak as a kitten and needed feeding and caring for 24/7. The physio regime was as tough as she could take, and she continually pushed the envelope with extra exercises and overdosing on the various already illegal drug cocktails they were feeding her, but by the end of November she was out and about in a new electric wheelchair, her constant companion shadowing her every move. Not that the big black American had had much choice, a very high tech tracker was fitted to her arm, and on the couple of occasions she had rebelled she had been disciplined severely.

Mahogany could not really understand the young auburn haired woman who was part her jailor and part her saviour. There were too many secrets and too many puzzles for her to comprehend, which the muscled ebony amazon had realised might be just as well. Someone who would go through all this to keep her secrets might not appreciate anyone snooping, so she didn’t, but she couldn’t help noticing, and her sharp tongue meant she also couldn’t help mocking the Black Chinese beauty when she slipped up. ‘You do realise you dream and talk to yourself in Japanese’, got her a glare, ‘No American would ever do that.’ received a growl, ‘If you have so much money in your trust fund why did you need to steal my money,’ just got a cold smile, but ‘Can you even read Chinese, let alone English, all your qualifications must be false, your ignorant bitch, what did they ever teach you where you went to school,’ seemed to hit home the hardest. However the girl’s mother was even more of a mystery, especially as she was supposed to be dead. She had sat beside her daughters bed tending her all night until she awoke, and then screamed at the bed ridden 22 year old that did she ‘hate her mother so much she had to do this’, and both were in floods of tears when she wailed ‘how could she ever kiss a face she did not even recognise’.

Unfortunately for Mahogany the two then slipped into speaking very fast angry Japanese, and it was obvious Helen both loved and hated her mother. She worked out that Helen wasn’t Helen, or an American, but she had already guessed at that. She also had a secret lover called Fuso, and it was to deliver a secure phone from him that brought the long lost mother to China, ‘Ms Mak’, to her bedside, and it was obvious that she was definitely the last resort for the delivery. Helen snivelled as she pressed in the numbers her mother had given her and cried throughout the conversation in hushed near formal Japanese, as she sobbed out her love for her young husband so far away. Mahogany was even more confused at the end as Helen tried to keep the phone, that her mother had wrestled off her, as she screamed she must have a picture of her son, Akira, named after his grandfather, a yakuza clan leader, and if Mahogany had got this right, of all things Ms Mak’s current sugar daddy. Phone now safely put back in her bag, the very high end, high maintenance, older women clicked out of the room on her six inch red stilettos without another word, and presumably back to her grave.
‘Two years ago my mother, went to the old man who wanted me dead,’ Helen sobbed,’ So she says, to beg for my life. A woman who had sold me to pay her debts, and who had never once even thanked me for all the money I was sending her from my fight winnings’, Helen paused, ‘I actually think she was really going to sell my son to him in exchange for him sparing my life,’ the small Afro Asian women gave an enormous sigh, and then for the first time Mahogany saw Helen’s face light up into a genuine smile and she started to laugh through her tears,’ But instead it appears he had just rid himself of his long time concubine, and was in need of an experienced whore, and so my slut of a mother is now the wealthy mistress of the man who wants me dead, and whose son I love. She has kept my secrets, even that Fuso and I have secretly put our names down together on the family register, and for that information the Clan would give her a kingdom, and for withholding it a long lingering death. It is that old man’s grandson I will protect from him with my life.’ Fuck me, thought the American, and I think my life is mixed up…

The two women now lived together in what had been Mahogany’s apartment, with the black American doing everything for the injured half Chinese 22 year old. To begin with even feeding, bathing and putting on and off the western style toilet. Slowly they had become, if not friends, companions, but then things took a darker turn. Just before the winter break a senior had found Helen while she had been doing water therapy, and her ever present 21 year old, six foot ebony carer was away arranging for lunch, and she had beckoned her into one of the private cubicles.‘ Do not trust her, she hates us, all Asian females she wants to disgrace and dishonour.’ The other twenty something women rushed her warning, looking feverishly over each shoulder to check if the big black American was returning, ‘In the last Kumite she destroyed one of the nicest, kindest, noblest, ‘a tear came to the other women’s eyes, and she fought back a sob,’ and most loving students, who had done nothing to her… except she was Chinese, and my lover. You might be safe as you have African blood, but beware, she crippled you once, and you are half Chinese.’ At that the girl had fled, tears now streaking down her face, leaving a bewildered Helen to wonder what this all meant. Mahogany she knew was no killer, she had checked her record of wins and none, except for her first Kumite fight, even mentioned severe injuries to the looser, let alone death, and as for she herself being safe because she was half African, Helen had a shrewd idea that the American had guessed her Black Asian persona was plastic surgery and makeup.

‘Was that Jiang I just saw, running away as usual?’ the American had returned and padded silently up behind Helen,’ she is in my Phys Ed class, we are in our last year, but she seems to be falling behind even worse than I am,’ and Helen could not miss the cruel smirk that crossed the handsome black women’s face as she add.’ I think she misses Chunhua a lot… what a pity,’ and then her cruel smile broadened,’ but she does seem to have been braver lately, and for that she always needed her woman, so maybe I need to pop round to her room with the dorm manager to check on her.’ At least that gave Helen a lead to follow; Chunhua was the name of the fighter Mahogany had beaten on the first day of the Summer Kumite, but there had definitely been no note about injury, in fact the entry had been very brief indeed. Helen had also picked up on Mahogany’s last malicious comment; the dorm managers were only employed to check up on the various ‘living’ arrangements of the students.

A phone call to the University principles assistant, who had to help her no matter what her requests as she was Helen’s mother’s sex-slave, got Jiang’s phone number. The third year student was flustered on the phone and then panicked when she told her Mahogany planned a visit with the Dorm security in tow, ’Honey we must hide you,’ babbled the young women, was the last thing Helen heard as she was disconnected. But why would Jiang have to hide her lover, the Kumite fighters were the underground stars on the University Campus, anyone chosen was an elite fighter, and could sleep with whoever they wanted, but then again like Mahogany, she would be housed in one of the luxury blocks, and not be living with Jiang in her basic accommodation. This did not add up.

The next day the first fight Helen had accessed when alone doing her dose of daily traction was Mahogany vs Chunhua, while her carer attended her own lectures. It was now nearly the end of the first semester, and over two months since their fight in the Dojo Gym. Mahogany was back at her studies, as this should have been her last year at the University, unless she stayed on for her Masters, but Helen had had to skip most of the terms studies, and would retake modules next term. How she would do that Helen still did not really know, but at present her priority was getting out of her wheelchair, and her educational deficits were the least of her worries, she aimed to be on callipers and crutches for Christmas.

As it was the first day of the Women’s Summer Kumite, eight specially invited naked oiled warriors would fight in the initial days combats. Only one ‘round’ would be fought per combat to win on that day, on the second day the winner would need to win two rounds against their opponent, and on the final gruelling championship day, the winner would need to win three rounds of combat against her foe to claim the title, and the very large cheque that went with it. In practice most fighters could not go the distance due to injuries, and often one brutal bloody nasty and vicious contest was enough to leave one proud vixen incapacitated and unable to continue even after the five minute break period between rounds. Also, though there was a rest day after the first round and two recovery days after the second round, the final fight always featured two battered and bruised warriors eager to finish their opponent quickly, before they succumbed to their own accumulated damage.

Mahogany was facing a tall slim ‘Leopard Fighter’, only a couple of inches shorter than the big American. Chunhua had a light weight wiry build, small pert 32 inch chest, and overall petite boyish cute good looks, topped off by a rough cut page boy hair style, and outrageously dyed bright green. Mahogany literally roared at the Chinese women after the gong sounded, and charged across the mat, firing karate punches and then following up by Muay Thai kicks. Both women were wearing light weight fingerless cobra gloves and had their feet and ankles in black support wrappings, but otherwise in the hot, humid underground arena, they were nude except for their sweat and a thin coating of oil. The Asian fighter blocked and parried this ferocious assault, hitting back with two Leopard claw punches to the bigger women’s compact right breast, but red marks and bruises visibly now spotted her arms and thighs as she backed away from the aggressor. Mahogany finally broke through her defences with a powerful back kick heel thrust that took the tall Asian just above her very trimmed vee of pubic hair, throwing her off her feet, to land retching and holding herself on the flooring, just off of the fighting mats.

The gong sounded again, and by the rules of the student Kumite, Chunhua had to immediately return to the 10m x10m combat area or forfeit the fight, so holding her lower stomach with her left hand she scramble back across the red tape that designated the combat zone, and once back within the central area found herself again under assault from the bigger women. This time the ebony warrior chose a combination of swing and jump kicks, and though Chunhua avoided most of them and hit back with some sweeps and kicks of her own, and a backhand followed by a claw across the American’s face, the muscle goddesses shear power was telling on the lighter framed women. Then, with the Asian winded and looking a bit disorientated having only partially blocked a snap kick to her head, Mahogany charged head down to spear her opponent, receiving a hard elbow strike to her muscled back, which she completely ignored. The hard head of the black fighter crashed into the lower body of her foe crushing her diaphragm and expelling whatever air she had left in a gush, and a follow up powerful jumping knee strike to the Chinese women’s shredded stomach muscles elicited a scream of pain as her womb was brutalised. Somehow Chunhua stayed on her feet, her face creased with agony as he held her ruptured guts, dark livid bruises showing where Mahogany had hit home on the slim girl’s, lower body. However as she staggered backwards hugging her injuries, the American bent low and fired a hard right uppercut flush to her Asian foes trimmed cunt.

Chunhua screamed in agony and collapsed holding her now her busted groin, sitting right by the red demarcation tape, eyes screwed shut, face a mask of agony. Helen was expecting the fight to end there, a round house kick would put the light weight fighter into dream land and out of the fight, but instead Mahogany just sauntered over, grabbed the short green spikey hair of her opponents and wiped the Chinese women’s face in her own black, shinning, sweaty, shaved hairless cunt, before pushing her down to the floor. She then lent down to the smaller fighter and as the audience booed, she started to whisper into the ear of the fallen girl. The Asian shook her head vigorously, then pushed at Mahogany’s legs to give herself some room and then hauled herself back to her feet, nursing her damaged guts.

To Helen’s surprise Mahogany retreated back to the central area of the mat, allowing Chunhua room to fight. This time the bigger women again varied her attack on the very obviously injured Chinese and tried to grapple, and received some good blows, including a tit busting finger thrust into her left breast, leaving the American now bleeding from both her battered teats, in return for being too over confident. However the big woman eventually managed to get a good grip on her oiled foe, and was able to lift her opponent up, high above her head, one hand choking the wiry girl, and the other hardened nailed hand thrusting two gouging fingers into the Asians love canal. With a yell Mahogany threw the Chinese female across the mat, so she landed in a dishevelled, concussed, mess, again right by the red tape. While Chunhua held herself sitting on the matt, rocking in distress, the American again strolled across to this time place a heavy foot on the floored girl’s chest, pushing her flat on her back. Mahogany smiled down at her foe, and then wiped her foot across the downed women’s face, before sauntered back to the centre of the fight zone.

Twice more Helen watched in horrified disbelief as the woman she had come to rely on to care for her, and whom she now thought of as a friend, systematically torture and dismantle her now injured and over matched foe. A stand up fist fight ended in a volley of face punches leaving the Chinese with a bloody nose, bleeding lips, and two closing eyes. Mahogany left her dizzy, wobbling, foe tottering just on her feet, by the edge of the fight zone, but then kissed her gently on the cheek, to walk back to the centre of the zone. When Chunhua eventually staggered back into the central area the American unloaded with a series of high swinging round house kicks to her chest and ribs, but then quickly switched to a wrist lock on the arm that had been protecting her bruised belly. The smaller women in desperation head butted the ebony warrior, splitting her lip, but only for those bloody lips to curl into a cruel smile as the black American systematically, and with great care, dislocated all the fingers on the Asians trapped hand. Chunhua staggered away from the American, screaming in agony at the grotesque bent shapes protruding from her fighting glove.

Mahogany just stood looking at her, hands on hips laughing, while tears streaked the other fighters face. Eventually the Chinese young women pulled herself together and tried to face off, but now unable to even defend, the bigger women started to play with her; patting her ass, pinching her teats and administering mocking smacks to the already red and tear marked face of the demoralised fighter. The crowd were now in a rage at the American, and trying to cheer their country woman on, but it was hopeless. Sobbing so hard Helen could see her cracked ribs moving; Chunhua stepped out of the fight area, and was immediately embraced by Jiang, her lover, who had rushed to comfort and embrace her. The bell sounded twice as above it all Mahogany’s shouts and curses echoed in the underground arena.

‘Coward!! Coward!! She Surrendered!! She Surrendered!!’, and of course that was the whole purpose of Mahogany’s fight tactics. Chunhua was led away to the hospital in complete emotional meltdown.

Helen knew why the entry had been so short in the fight records – Chunhua had dishonoured her tutors and instructors by stepping out, and was, even though this was her last year, immediately expelled, all her monies frozen, and she was left to explain to her Triad sponsors why they had lost out on the big investment they had made in her. Helen could imagine her various fates, but luckily she had had a faithful lover to look after her. Helen would have to think of some way to help them.

All her training had been geared to looking for the ‘tell’ and the behaviour patterns that told you who was really dangerous and who was just a threat, telling Bitches from Killers, Psychos from Berserkers, those who destroyed from those who mainly just damaged. But she had just sat through fights from last year’s college Kumite and was shaken by what she had seen. ‘How could Mahogany hate so badly?’ Six brutal fights, but in three of them the black muscle goddess had not just destroyed her Chinese opponents, but forced them to surrender. In the final bout the young women who faced her had even tried to fight on with two dislocated shoulders, wrenched out by the pure power of the American , but her lover had pushed her way through the arena security and begged her to come to her, unable to watch her girl suffer anymore torment at the amazons hands, feet, knees and elbows. But in the other three fights, against a Brazilian, an Italian American, and a Russian, she had finished them brutally, but with clean KO’s. Then Helen had coded in the password to look at the next year, and was now genuinely distressed, six fights over the summer and winter Kumite, and again two brutal surrenders forced from Chinese fighters, but two other Chinese fighters had been dealt with viciously but honourably, as had a Thai girl and a Pilipino wildcat in the final. It was now clear to Helen it was not Chinese and Asian fighters she actually hated. As she watched the full coverage of the fights, and the defeated women were carried away, shocked and demoralised, by their seconds, she noted all of those Mahogany victimised and destroyed, and forced to dishonour themselves, were tended to in their misery by their tearful, and near hysterical… female lovers.
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How could she exorcise the demon inside Mahogany, Helen could not be mistaken in that the American was herself a lesbian, so why this hatred of fighters with female lovers … God she wished she could walk!!!