Danielle vs. Yumi

 DANIELLE VS. YUMI

When I wake up I find my girlfriend Danielle straddling me in bed.  She is already wearing her black fighting bikini, and is visibly excited.  

"Come on, get up lazybones!  I wanna go FIGHT!!!"  I know she is on the brink of losing her mind with boredom. Back in New Australia, where she is from, there was never any loss for a decent challenger, either in the ring or in the bedroom, but so far here in Harbor City she has yet to meet anyone near her caliber and we've been here for three days now.  Just last night she emerged victorious from a NASTY 4 way brawl at the infamous Harbor City Death Cage and it was so easy she had me go out and find her a bedroom challenger (who she also defeated with ease.) Speaking of which.

"Hey babe, I think she needs to go to the hospital."  I point at an unconscious girl laying face down on the floor at the foot of our bed.  She is wearing ballerina gear so is apparently from the so called "Fighting Ballerina" academy down the street from our hotel.  She stormed in here, thinking she was tough enough to claim me from Danielle.  She was wrong.     

"Ugh."  Danielle grunts.  "I suppose I don't want to go to prison for murdering this worthless slag.  You get breakfast ready, I'll take the trash out."  With that she snags one of the ballerina's feet and drags her straight out the door.  I see her pass by the window on her way to the curb.  Once there, she hoists the knocked out female up onto a pile of garbage bags and leaves her there face down, slumped over the trash.  She takes a moment to strike a victory pose in the early morning sunshine, placing a foot on the ballerina's back and flexing her muscles in case any other  women are around and may be thinking about challenging her.  No such challenger's emerge and she walks slowly back into the room.  Within an hour or so a hospital runner will have scooped up the defeated dancer and she will wake up in a few days in  hospital bed, broken and humiliated.  Perhaps she will train harder and become a better fighter, perhaps she will never be heard from again. She may even come looking for revenge someday.  I've seen it all before.

After breakfast and showers, Danielle is extremely anxious to go find another bout, so I consult with my robot companion, Doctor Green, and he says a place called KO Korner is already open for fighting business, so we could head over there for the day. 

"Do they have death matches?!?"  Danielle excitedly enquires. 

"Knockouts only, I'm afraid.  Hmmmm, maybe that has something to do with the nomenclature of the establishment?" 

"Watch it computer brain."  Danielle says menacingly.  I just laugh to myself.  My girlfriend may not realize it but my mechanical sidekick is in absolutely NO danger from her, no matter how good a fighter she is.  He is a robot after all.  Well, more accurately a cyborg, since he does possess a human brain, not to mention that brain's sense of humor. There is no human on Earth that can damage him. 

Danielle is disappointed she will not be able to add to her trophy collection, but she still wants to fight so we head towards KO Korner, which is several blocks from our Hotel, in a much dingier looking part of the city than we've seen before.  KO Korner is in a small black of very abandoned looking storefronts, and is one of only 2 establishments in the area actually open for business.  Doctor Green has, as usual, alerted the management of our desire to check out the place, and the management is more than accommodating, as our presence assures a sold out house for the remainder of the day. 

The set up here is quite unique, and in all the many fighting establishments Danielle has dragged me into since she turned 18 last year, I've never seen anything quite like this.  Spectators pay 25 credits to get into the place, which allows them to stay here all day watching the fights from outside a caged in area.  If they pay 300 credits, they can watch the fights from inside the cage, and here's where it gets really interesting.  The fights themselves take place on a small raised platform in the center of the caged in area.  If a fighter is tossed or falls off the platform, the women lining the inside of the cage (Known as "The Wrecking Crew") are allowed to attack her.  Typically they do this by surrounding the hapless fighter and stomping her to a pup before moderators finally pull them off, which they will do only to prevent someone from being killed, as this is NOT a licensed death match venue. 

If this is how the fight ends, the winner will have a victory added to her pro record, but she will NOT receive the 500 credit victory prize.  To claim the money she must finish her foe off on the platform.  The Wrecking Crew  hates when this happens, and so does the management of the club. At least a couple times per day, both fighters will end up tumbling off the platform and into the clutches of The Wrecking Crew, much to the delight of all the spectators, who simply adore a good double stomping.  (And then KO Korner doesn't have to pay anybody.

The management of KO Korner is delighted to have us, and Danielle is escorted quickly to the waiting area while I am escorted to a private cage side viewing booth.  They ask me if I am willing to "reward" the winner of the bout, whoever that winner may end up being.  "Of course"  I respond.  (Though I am quietly pretty confident that the winner will be my girlfriend.  She is one savage fighter and I have yet to witness one of her rare losses.)

The loser of the last fight has just been dragged off by one house slave, and the blood (along with what looks like a a puddle of urine) has been mopped up by another.  The fighting platform is clean.  The loudspeaker crackles into life. 

"LADIES OF HARBOR CITY...AND SPECIAL GUEST ISHMAEL!  THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE NEXT FIGHT!" 

A loud cheer goes up from the crowd. 

"NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE....IN THE  BLACK BIKINI....FROM NEW AUSTRALIA....DANIELLE!"

A mixed response goes up from the crowd.  Most have not heard of her, but a few either saw or at least heard of her victory in the 4 Way brawl at The HCDC last night.  She gives me a wink as she takes her place in the cage, and her introduction is completed. 

"DANIELLE IS 19 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 21 WINS...3 LOSSES...AND 9 KILLS!"  

With the announcement of her impressive fighting record, a loud cheer goes up for my blonde warrior girl.  She seems unphased. 

"AND NOW APPROACHING THE CAGE....IN THE  LIGHT PURPLE BIKINI.....FROM NEW JAPAN.....YUMI!"

The young Japanese girl gets a few cheers scattered amongst a lot of boos and hisses.  Apparently she is not one of the greatest fighters in the city. 

"YUMI IS 21 YEARS OLD!  HER PRO RECORD STANDS AT 29 WINS...48 LOSSES...AND 3 KILLS!"

"WHO IS THIS PATHETIC WHITE YELLOW HAIR BITCH?"  She cries out upon entering the cage.  "I WANTED A FIGHT!"

Danielle just sneers at her silently.  My pants tighten ever so slightly as I wait for the bell to ring. Judging by their respective fighting records, I suspect this will NOT be much of a challenge form my blonde bruiser. 

"ALL RIGHT GIRLS....THIS IS A FIGHT TO THE FINISH.  KNOCK YOUR OPPONENT OUT AND STRIKE A VICTORY  POSE ON THE PLATFORM TO COLLECT YOUR 500 CREDITS.  ANYONE KNOCKED OFF THE PLATFORM IS FAIR GAME FOR THE WRECKING CREW.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND AND ACCEPT THESE CONDITIONS OF COMBAT?"

"YES"  Both girls call out enthusiastically.

"REMAIN IN YOUR CORNERS UNTIL THE BELL IS RUNG.  WHEN THE  BELL RINGS.....FIGHT!"

They don't have long to wait.