Champion Dethroned (HC part 9)

By JS2007

Helen looked through the girls charts as the nursing staff fell completely under the pretty woman’s spell. Even in her hospital bed; a turn of her head, a flutter of her lashes, and a careless flick of her blue hair seemed to captivate the medical team, as she beamed and laughed. Helen meanwhile had looked at the X-rays they had Just taken. Her entrance medical showed a battered fighters injuries, but these new X-Rays showed no new major breaks or traumas, but she appeared now to have suffered no injuries at all, not just to her bruised neck, but over her whole body. As Akiko slept in the observation ward, having been slightly sedated like the other three brawlers from the evenings fighting, Helen checked the girl’s hands. Bruising from todays fights, but no signs of contusions or knuckle spread, and her face she realised had had very little cosmetics, and just for minor ‘beatification’, not repairs. As for herself Helen could still remember Nakimura goading her at her first interview with him concerning her injuries.
‘You seem to have had a ridiculous amount of evasive surgery in your young life, and that is not including the injuries you have sustained here,’ and at that he had glared across at Mahogany who had shrunk back under the cold stare of the old man, ‘so you were a cripple even before you came here, and have contrived to have the University spend a fortune on you in reconstructive surgery’.

Then…

Miki squirted oil liberally all over the artificially tanned body of her friend, its mixture of pain killers, coagulants and stimulants making the silver haired Amazons hard toned body tingle, teats pop up erect and clit harden, as her nude form was caressed by her ‘second’, covering her in a thin film of lubricant. She wished it was Fuso stroking her gymnast’s muscles, most fighters had their lovers as their seconds, but as she was still officially under a College ban their affaire had to be very very clandestine and secret. Body paint coated her pale skin and hid the many scars on her young nubile nakedness with a fake ‘California’ tan, and especially her newly reconstructed left breast. As an added touch to her masterpiece the ‘Disguises and Deception’ Sensie had also added silver glitter paint to the twin lightning strike tattoos that shot down from bellow Gin’s bikini line aiming for her smooth shaved cunt lips. As per the instructions from the new College principle, to complete the make-over her long straight jet black hair was now cut short and dyed back to its old platinum silver blonde colour. She was disgusted by the old man’s marketing of her infamous past, but could hardly bare to look at the new wrestling boots he had made her wear.

Unlike the old College principle, who had retired last winter, this man had forced her for each of her fights to return to the image that had shot her to fame as ‘Gin’ the infamous 18 year old ‘kitten killer’ . To add to her notoriety she now wore shinning silver boots with three rough painted red gashes daubed across the side of the right boot. On the pro circuit this practice was common, but in the College League had immediately been objected to, however an appeal was pending, so the principle still forced her to wear the boots. The blood red ‘Kill’ trophies for each of her in –ring murders only made her feel sick, as the knee high boots were laced up. The object was of course to publicise the College and to some extent sow fear into the minds of her opponents, and of course increase the money from the PPV and Dark Web subscriptions, but she doubted very much if the big Korean bitch she was to face today even knew the meaning of the word fear. However the home supporters of Aomori College were pointing and clapping, it was not often such a low ranked College had a celebrity fighter in their Arena, even if the ‘Arena’ was in fact an old swimming pool, and having held KTech to a score of 4 to 3 might actually get some league points if their 19 year old giantess import won her match.

Gin had to give a slight gasp as she glared across the ring at the big bitch. The tall wiry Kim was an astonishing six foot tall, six inches taller than Gin, who was usually one of the taller fighters in her division. Her small undeveloped chest and boyish build was further accentuated by the fact she also had her raven hair cut to a boys short curly mop. As both fighters in response to the ring announcer’s introduction performed the ritual challenge Gin was left in no doubt she really was a she. The Korean’s long smooth legs opened as she spread them wide while sitting atop her ring post, sleek powerful thighs opened to swing her green wrestling boots across the top ropes either side of the padded post. With a theatrical yell Gin responded to leap atop her own corners post and spread her own legs 90 degrees wide. Both gleaming wet red sexes eyed each other across the discoloured canvas of the ring knowing only one would be erect and functioning at the end of the fight. Both young women glared at each other through the haze of hate and stimulated adrenaline caused by a full dose of FightDrug.

Gin started fast, aiming to outbox and outkick the big Korean. She had seen four films of the tall girl’s combats, but even though she had lost all but one of them she had never quit or backed down. She was brave to a fault, but lacked technique, relying on her strength and power, but each time her faster more skilled opponents had slowly worn her down so that she ended up quite literally a walking wreck. Her one victory came when she had thrown Saya out of the ring onto the concrete and shattered the girl’s skull. However all the fights were brutal and long and Gin had doubts due to her own weakened and battered condition whether she could out last the powerful brave girl, even though she was ranked so much higher than her. In the first exchange as they charged about the ring Gin seemed to scored five or six times to one against the other teen. For five minutes they engaged in a swift moving slugging and kicking brawl, tattooing each other’s sweaty naked torsos with blows.

The lighter more targeted shots from the platinum haired prefecture champion stabbed and kicked into the hairless slit of the tall girl or ripped across her teats, and she had had the Korean squealing with a two fingered jab into her tight ass as she ducked behind the slower student. However Kim seemed to be aiming deliberately for Gins injured left breast, three times a clunking fist squashed the crippled milker flat, so much for the security surrounding her injury she thought, and then two powerful stomach kicks winded and slowed the faster fighter before Gin was lifted off her feet by a wicked cunt kick that made her scream in sex-pain. Tumbling away the top ranked fighter spun her own stomp-kick into the tall wiry Koreans lower stomach and then followed up with a double knee womb wrecker, yanking the big girl into the double below the belt blow by a two handed grip on her black curly boyish hair. Kim was left sprawling sobbing on the canvas holding her lower body. Gin had also confirmed her Colleges spying, the other teen still had a serious stomach muscle problem due to repeated stomping and elbow drops suffered to her lower gut in her last fight. That fight had been called with Kim still on her feet refusing to submit, but with blood gushing from between her legs. The spying report noted the suspected loss of one of the young women’s ovaries.

So Gin’s most obvious target was the lower body and womb of the Korean, aiming to slut the young bitch, slow her down and gut her, but Gin hoped that another strategy might work to shorten the fight and crack her spirit before the fight became a brutal bloody pounding match. Leaping off the second rope she landed her hard soled shiny boots square on the small underdeveloped chest of the big girl. Kim screamed, but connected with a swinging fist to Gins shoulder as the faster fighter sprang back to her feet, but she was noticeably slower when Gin repeated the move, and her inability to dodge very predictable attacks meant that five breast squashing and crushing drop kicks went home without very much response as Kim was always too slow with her own punches, kicks or chops, and the rolling diving form of the platinum blonde teen was always one step ahead.

Then, avoiding what might have been a really crippling chop to her own injured left mammary, Gin instead of drop kicking dived at the big teen taking her completely by surprise. Ten small talons fixed themselves into the swelling already bleeding nubs of the Korean and then the KTech College girl swung herself around the glistening naked bitch’s slick torso, performing a gymnastics’ parallel bars routine, using her gouging grip on the sensitive baby feeders as the only support for her weight. Kim staggered, stunned by the move and the agony erupting across her chest and her screams turned into a wail of pure agony as Gin pulled down viciously to do a tumbling dismount. The hall convulsed in a shout of wonder at the champs signature move, as Kim staggered back shocked, wide eyed, hyperventilating from repeated howls of torment as both her small tits dripped blood and gore from the torn teats, but stubbornly refusing to go down. It seemed almost to spoil the perfection of the attack for Gin to have to mount the top rope and double drop kick her to the chest to eventually send Kim to the canvas screaming and writhing to be counted out.

Gin had no illusions that she would be ever be able to get a submission from the tall stubborn girl; no other fighter had managed it. So it would have to be best of three knock downs in this full contact wrestling match to get her victory, or if she was lucky, maybe the girl would be so badly injured to be unable to fight on. Kim’s busted nubs looked a real mess, but butterfly stitches and liberal applications of quick dry latex skin with a massive dose of painkillers and an extra injection of FightDrug had the Korean back on her feet for the next round. Gin stalked her foe, mixing kicks to the stomach with further tenderising attacks on the tall teens chest, but she quickly realised that Kim was still as strong as ever, and twice she received powerful punches to her own crippled breast. Then falling back from a drop kick that she had managed to take on her shoulder the less experienced fighter seemed to casually lift a boot. Gin was already in mid-air for her own attack before she noticed the deceptively slow moving hard soled boot. However it was with excruciating pain that she impaled her own newly reconstructed tit onto the massive green footwear of the six foot giantess. Gin immediately fainted, her mind having shut down to protect her sanity from the pain even before she hit the canvas. Her medical team were already scrambling into the ring before the ten count finished as her whole mammary had deformed and split as the stitches and constructive surgery had simply disintegrated from the blow. Her two recent gang fights in her own College had meant her between matches official League recovery period had been essentially non-existent, and she was paying the price.

Gin whimpered from the pain as she wobbled on unsteady feet out for the deciding fall, patched up and drugged with a massive overdose of the best quality FightDrug cocktail money could buy. She was now tied one KO a piece, and for the first time in the fight the less experienced girl was the quicker and more confident attacker. The home crowd were in ecstasy at this turn of events, and screamed their support for their fighter. With all her mind taken up with defending her ruptured breast the big woman took advantage and smashed blows all over the smaller silver haired vixen’s body. Gin fought back with chops and kicks and now switched to the weakened lower body of the Korean, but then a leg sweep left her winded as she fell heavily to the floor. Before the platinum cat could rise a heavy boot smacked into her ribs rolling her across the canvas and then for nearly ten minutes Gin was on the receiving end of a stomping that could have only been fuelled by the despair of Kim’s many defeats, and the now sudden chance of glory in defeating one of the best known fighters on the circuit.

The Korean woman was not methodical, but her long muscular legs worked like pistons all over the rolling, scrabbling, crawling naked body of her victim. Three times Gin nearly managed to get away, fighting back with kicks of her own from the canvas, but each time the giantess crushed her resistance and sent her back to the mat. At the end the KTech woman was just left in a foetal ball sobbing as the blows landed, but then to her surprise Kim reached down and dragged her to her feet by her spikey cut metallic hair. The Aomori College home supporters were cheering like mad and Gin’s whole mind was numbed by torturing pain, as the big woman grabbed her ruined tit.
‘Shit! No! Never! Shit’, Gin tried to claw at the large hands, and then whimpered ‘Please, please, please,’ as the other fighter continued to squash and kneed the gory left mammery, her two large hands wrapped around the bloody mess, ripping away the emergency butterfly-stitches and spray on rubberised combat support to open up the wound again. Kim was really going to try and make a name for herself by ringing a fight winning submission from the injured platinum girl. However pride and years of experience finally came into play for Gin. She could not submit and be dishonoured in front of her lover. Fuso was here expecting her to win, and she would at all cost not lose face to this big bitch in front of the man she loved. Summoning all her strength and will power she let go of Kim’s hands and grabbed onto the tall girl’s own torn teats and then with a scream of rage yanked them downwards with all her might. A spray of blood splashed onto Gin’s face and the Korean howled in agony, letting go her hold on the mangled left breast.

As the giantess fell back the champ fell with her and fighting hard to keep her senses Gin snaked her legs around the battered slick blood and gore coated naked torso of her opponent and enclosed her in a vice like leg scissors. Kim wailed as Gin screwed what remained of her nipples first left and then right. Her long legs beat on the canvas with frustration as she jerked and writhed trying to free her arms from where the platinum haired teen’s scissors had trapped them, tight to her body. The Korean girl sobbed with frustration and screamed in fury full into the smaller Amazons face as the smiling KTech fighter now increased the torture on her ruptured nubs by yanking hard out on the soft mikers causing fresh tears to erupt from the tall girl’s eyes as her once compact 32 incher’s were roughly tugged away from her chest, ripped and deformed. Gin ached from the pounding the big girl had given her, and though she knew this was foolish, she was now increasing her torture in compensation and revenge for her own near humiliation and her destroyed breast. Kim sobbed but refused even to plead for mercy, let alone submit. In the end, totally exhausted, Gin rolled her out from between her legs, releasing the scarlet lumps that had once been Kim’s proud jutting chest. She tried to crawled across the canvas and use the ropes to climb unsteadily to her feet to claim the KO but fell twice, while the proud Korean wept uncontrollably holding her ruined breasts, as the mechanical timer counted them both out, so drawing the third fall. But in this type of contest no one accepted a draw.

Doctors were at work in both corners and an extra five minutes was allowed for the recovery and treatment of both gladiatrix. KTech tried to claim the fight as Gin had been the attacker, but the Aomori College coach with some justification was not going to accept that result, especially as a win would level the match score at 4 victories all and gain the low ranked College their first points of the season. Both young women began the deciding extra fourth fall with massive doses of drugs and liberal applications of liquid latex skin, butterfly stitches and combat dressings, covered by quick drying body paint to cover the gory injuries. Gin could not believe the pain threshold of the big girl, she herself had nearly quit on her stool when they had drained her swollen breast and cut away the surgical padding the reconstructive surgery had implanted. She knew Kim had never had to face anything like this before, and was amazed at how the rookie was taking it all in her stride; her previous brutal fights had never got to this level of primeval savagery, sustained by 21st century technology. Gin was in despair, she knew she was now flat footed and slow, and it had only been speed and technique that had allowed her to live in the same ring as the six foot wiry Amazon.

Ducking two swinging fists she kicked hard into the weak gut of the big girl, but Kim just grunted and shooting out her left hand snatched hold of Gin’s short platinum blonde locks. With a yell of fury and totally wrong footing the prefecture champion Kim suddenly hoisted her victim high up. The blood rushed into Gin’s already throbbing brain as the tall woman lifted her up in an overhead dead-lift, one hand holding her firmly by her dishevelled metallic locks while the other was buried deep into her hairless cunt and ass. And then with a scream Kim executed the unstoppable decent of a Gorilla press slam that ended with a massive thud as both naked bodies fell to the canvas. Kim had put all her wiry strength into the move and the wailing Gin was smashed into the unyielding ring floor so hard that she bounced twice before coming to rest, twitching and jerking on the slightly padded canvas, unable to move, overcome by the agony that flooded in from her crushed body. To cheers from the Aomori College students the very tall girl waived to her supporters before again snatching hold of Gin by her silver hair and jerking the semi-conscious teen to her feet before with a scream of exertion she repeated her move, power lifting Gin high above her head.

When Gin hit the canvas this time there was a sigh from her own Colleges supporters, her legs and arms seemed to flop about like a puppets and a visible spray of spittle and blood was seen to gush out from her as the air was pounded from her naked body. This time Kim spent a little bit longer milking the appreciation of the crowd, her own battering had taken a lot from her, and these power lifts were sapping her remaining stamina. All Gin felt was pure unadulterated mind numbing pain, her back and ribs screamed from the vicious assault, already having been tenderised by the earlier stomping that had just about finished her off. All she could think of now was the imperative that she did not black out and above all did not whimper a submission to the low ranked fighter and thus lose face in front of Fuso. She could feel blood in her mouth and nose from the concussion of the blows and when she tried to open her eyes the whole world was spinning.
And then she realised the whole world really was spinning. Kim had dragged the much lighter wrestlerette to her feet, before again hoisting her overhead in a clean and jerk, left hand dug into the hairless abused sex of the district champ while the other supported Gin’s weight by twisting and crushing her ruptured left tit. Kim was turning round in the middle of the ring at an ever increasing pace, and Gin’s head at the far end of the revolving circle was suffering g-forces enough to leave her eyesight sparking and growing dim. Gin felt like her whole head was exploding as the blood pounded in her brain, and then suddenly weightlessness and falling. She didn’t really feel the impact as she smashed face and chest first towards the arena floor, as the big bitch had tossed her over the top rope, but she had a recollection of screams from the crowd who suddenly had to rush out of the way of the falling girl as Kim repeated her previous fight winning move and threw her much lighter opponent over the ring ropes and into the crowd of KTech supporters.

Gin was out cold, and the slow twenty count for an out of ring KO was going to be difficult to beat as her team mates rushed to revive her and get her back in the ring. The students of each College were getting more and more excited as the fight got ready to recommence, the home supporters very vocal in the expectation of victory as Gin was brought back from her nightmares with an electric shock and then quickly injected with boosters and painkillers by her medical team as they pushed her back onto the ring apron. While her head spun Miki explained to her what had happened, as it slowly sank in she was amazed that she was still able to fight on, having been thrown out of the ring from such a height. However she did sense her friend was holding something back, and as the count reached 19 and she slipped back through the ropes she blearily looked across to the away supporter’s area where she could see laughing students looking down on a prostrate form on the floor. A glance back to Miki’s face told her the story even before her friend spoke.

‘Yes,’ she nodded, ‘while others dived out of the way, as per the honour code, Fuso put himself into your path.’ Gin could see some first year Fighter Stream student’s giggling at the bloody form of the otaku, who seemed to know so little of the rules of the combats that he could not even scurry out of the way of a plummeting fighter. The small boy had taken the impact of what should have been Kim’s winning move, and taken the full force of the crushing blow onto the concrete thus saving her. However his sacrifice only looked like clumsiness to those who only saw the Head Boy as the quite studious ‘Prince’, and not as Gin’s passionate lover. He had lost face among the students who had all been surprised when he had turned up to support them at the away match, when in the past he had avoided even coming to home games, but the prince had wanted to support his princess, and see her win.

Suddenly with a scream Kim rushed across the ring at her, but Gin though still dizzy from her KO knew what her honour demanded of her. Kim aimed a fight ending blow at her disorientated opponent, but found that her high swinging kick met only air instead of the naked brutalised chest of her foe as the silver amazon dodged out of the way and cheekily blew the giantess a kiss before she deftly slipped back between the ropes and out of the ring. Gin landed on her feet by the three lower year students who had been laughing at the fallen College Student Council President. It was not the effects of the fightdrug that gave her the strength to pound the two boys heads together and send them with a thud to the arena floor but anger, and the now ashen faced girl who had been giggling with them only half raised a hand in defence as the Fight Team Captain punched to her throat to leave her writhing, gasping for air.

Gin knew the rules, she had broken nearly all of them at one time or another, but she also knew what she had to do. Fuso was still lying on the cold concrete floor, unconscious and moaning, and in the crush of the away team supporters and the frenzy and excitement from the fight, no one had even bothered to summon the stretcher for him. Three fawning girls from the ‘Surveillance Stream’ were just hampering things, but he didn’t need a blow to clear them away from her secret lover’s fallen frame, one glance at her naked, bloody and bruised, battered and glistening, muscular body was enough. The rush from the drugs now hit her, but she controlled it, and used the power it gave her to gently lift the fallen otaku up into her arms.

‘Sensie, I claim the right to take my lover to the medical centre,’ she told her astonished coach. Then she bowed to the ring and the waiting open mouthed Kim. ‘For your injuries to my boyfriend I will break both those legs you are so proud of and put you in a wheelchair next time we meet, but for now you have earned your victory,’ she shouted above the noise of the puzzled crowd. Then turning she forced her way back though the now hushed mob towards the exit carrying her unconscious lover, demanding of the gaping surprised Aomori College teachers the location of the recovery rooms. Much later when the dazed Fuso regained some semblance of his senses he found himself lying in the Colleges hospital wing with a still naked, oiled, and bloody Gin tending his wounds. A questioning glance only got a smile and a gentle kiss in response, before she draped her own injured body around his and quietly went to sleep in his arms. Tomorrow they both knew the whole College would be in uproar.

And indeed their college principle exacted a cruel vengeance on Gin. If Fuso due to his Asoka Clan family was untouchable, he intended to punish the young woman who had flouted his authority, even if she was his Colleges star fighter and a national championship rifle and pistol shooter trained to the very exacting standards for a career as a top Yakuza assassin.

Two weeks later found her whimpering, paralyzed with horror, and fighting the urge to collapse into a heap sobbing, while blood trickled from her lower lip as she bit hard to stop herself wailing in anguish and shame. She could hear the screams and yelling and sounds of fury from the corridor outside the changing rooms, as the fight team fought the rest of the college to a standstill, but the nude 19 year old teen Gladiatrix herself was frozen, transfixed in front of the large mirror by the swimming pool showers. The horror that was her lithe youthful body was clearly reflected by the cold shinny steel. Her eyes were round pools as tears weld up, trickling down her cheeks to drip onto her pert round breasts, as she gazed at what damage constant life and death battles had left upon her nakedness. How could any boy love a woman who under her body paint, looked like this.

Her repeatedly remodelled left tit was an expressionist nightmare of blues and purples, but now all her old scars were on view; knife wounds, bites (human, dog, and rat), burns of all natures from acid to petrol, and also surgeon’s cuts for various replacement joints and reconstructions. The lurid map of combat covered nearly the whole of her body. Her pretty face was also a tapestry of scar tissue and blotches, but she dared not even look at her groin, as the abuse she had taken was so terrifying, to even look was unthinkable. All her drugs and tablets had been stopped directly after they had returned from the match, and her limbs now ached and shook from the multiple withdrawal effects of the various illegal drug cocktails she had been living on, and she experienced her first full period for over two years. However his most sadistic punishment was that when she had arrived next morning for her early morning massage and make-over like the rest of the fighter students she had been refused admittance, and within days her body paint tan had started to fade, and her pale scarred real skin to show through the medical foundation cream they applied.

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Now…

Akiko should have similar injuries, if maybe not as severe, as her own, if the layers of her back story as a combat specialist was even remotely true, but she did not. She really did have a fit perfectly normal body under her spray tan, and so was no seasoned fighter. So that left only ‘Mayu’ as her true identity. But the code word warning that the 18 year old Mayu was a ‘Siren’ sent a chill down Helen’s spine. The ‘Sirens’ were the mystical ‘elite of the elite’ Kunoichi female ninjas, who were trained not to need to use violence, legend had it they just didn’t need to. That would explain her near magical ability to talk boys into her bed, and win over even those conditioned to hate her. So the secret of the Sirens was that they were the ultimate masters of the mind game, hypnotising those they wanted to influence with just a look, a brush of a hand, a nod of a head, a few words, and a smile.

Mahogany’s response was to swear loudly over their WhatsApp vid chat the next day, and call the girl a ‘fucking Jedi’. Then to the big black Amazons embarrassment, she had had to explain Star Wars to the brothel raised woman, which ended up with her having to txt a long list of must see SF films, and then had added other films and shows any normal person would at least know of, if not seen, but were unessential viewing for the ‘meat’ muscle students, raised by the Yakuza in their prison schools and colleges, which was where Helen had spent her childhood and youth.

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