Wu?s eyes scanned the floor. Both sides had a good portion of their forces on the ground, either knocked out, hurt, exhausted, or wrestling/catballing with another girl. Cassie, a relatively flat-chested American (which is to say, C cups) in a now hanging open, half shredded nightgown straddled on of Wu?s women, fingers tight around her throat and teeth bared, scowling hatefully down at the mature Chinese?s face as she spasmed into unconsciousness like a fish on a dock. Aoi, nearby, outfoxed her own black-corset clad redhead opponent, sidestepping her and kicking a discarded chair into her legs, letting her tumble out of control to the ground flat on her face. Aoi quickly mounted her back and slammed her forehead into the hard ground, Red?s eyes crossing briefly before falling fully KO?d. Aoi rose to spy Cassie a few paces off, not resting a moment before Cassie lunged at her, stepping right over the blond Barbie doll that had a Japanese teen in a traditional wrestling full nelson. Her own opponent squirmed wildly, their inexperience showing in how the blond?s hold looked copied from professional wrestling, and that her foe could not escape it regardless of the fact.


Wu acknowledged one thing in her scan of the battlefield: things were breaking fairly evenly between them. Her side?s speed and experience in martial arts was matching the Europeans and their brute strength, weight, and home turf. For every well-aimed karate chop, nerve strike, or acrobatic kick, there was a kick to the crotch, a claw to the eyes, or a fistful of twisted hair. It was a mixed blessing, mainly showing that more and more she had to ensure that she won her own battle. Or battles, as it seemed now. She?d lost track of Isabel and her wounded pride, leaving her to deal with her lieutenant for the time being.


Ivy approached her with quick steps, heavy-heeled shoes noisy on the floor all the same. She surprised Wu by swinging at her with a slap first, Wu just managed to bring up her arm to stop the strike, Wu finding the move to be not especially strong but quick, riding the momentum with the fluidity that rippled over every move of her lean muscled body. Ivy raised her eyebrows in a curt taunt before pivoting and swinging a kick at Madam Wu?s knees. She raised her thigh enough to halt the kick, but again, just barely. Ivy stepped in closer, sticking her long leg between Wu?s before thrusting her pelvis into her. It knocked Wu straight back over her heel, tripping her onto her back in one swift, smooth move, almost an aggressive pirouette of a takedown. Wu landed on her back, stunned and sore, but she had to admit, mostly impressed and surprised. For all her training, this woman?s dancing alone was matching her in a fight. She hesitated to think of if the girl had been properly trained in martial arts.

She couldn?t hesitate for long because Ivy never seemed to stop moving. She moved with a flourishing spin, whipping her leg around in a wide arc before taking it down like a graceful wrecking ball at Wu?s face. She rolled aside desperately, Ivy?s heavy heel leaving a dent in the ground like it had been hit with a low caliber bullet. Wu felt less guilty about the ache in her ribs from where she?d been kicked at that sight. Ivy raised her leg up from the kick, bringing it almost vertical and wrapping her arm around it, holding it there and smirking at Madam Wu. ?Like what you see, darling?? she taunted. ?Can understand why. You haven?t laid a hand on me, while I?m already schooling your fancy kung fu bullshit.? She let her leg descend again, cupping her breasts with a toothy grin. ?Not to mention the superior assets, you?re completely outmatched.?

Wu regained her footing and took up her stance again, scowling back at her. Ivy went after her with another distracting, hip-waving advance as though it were going down a runway. She threw a few kicks at Wu?s calves, the oriental shifting backward and defending with her own strong legs, skipping back a step before bolting forward with a straight kick at Ivy?s stomach. She balanced on one leg long enough to halt the blow, then switched the already raised limb into a hooking kick at Wu?s breasts. The toe of her heels connected, her tits mashed back by the strike but the asian catching her foot. She shoved it upward, taking Ivy completely off her feet with the push. However, Ivy again proved her acrobatic prowess, flipping completely backwards. Again her heels clacked hard into the ground, taking a large step backward before planting her hands on the ground and flipping forward, heels hammering downward at Wu again in a fast arc that she just managed to step back from. Wu shot her own kick at Ivy?s side, but she raised her leg once more to catch it. She contorted her leg to bend over Wu?s, twisting it so that Wu?s bent abnormally. Wu?s face twisted in pain, struggling just to balance before Ivy?s heel crashed down again, taking Wu?s leg with it. It whipped Wu to the ground, head banging on the rough ground and Ivy cackling again at her.

?You even know how to use those little chopstick legs of yours, China doll?? Ivy goaded. ?I think it?ll be MOST appropriate if Isabel just bought out and gave me YOUR whorehouse after this little showdown. We?ve even got similar bodies, just that mine?s superior in every way! Maybe I?ll take some of your dresses, if we can fix them to fit my bigger bust and longer, stronger legs. But don?t worry, if you give up now I?ll keep you around, something to entertain the cheaper, dirtier customers. Maybe as a personal servant to me, to keep me entertained. Of course, I?d have to teach you to dance with those pathetic string bean legs of yours.?

Wu suffered the insults as she got back to her feet. Legs and body ached now, barely starting to ignore the headache from Isabel?s own damage. She was sweating and her dress off kilter, showing more skin than she normally meant to. Still, she took up another wide-legged fighting stance. ?Are you ready to shut up yet??
?Hm. And I thought they said you chinks were supposed to be a smart race,? Ivy dismissed her courage. The girls traded kicks again, halting each other?s advances skillfully with hands and legs. Wu did a better job this time at keeping her form, trying her best to keep Ivy from setting their pace but the woman seemed to fight fluid and smooth regardless of the beat to the song, she supposed.
At last, Ivy broke the flow with a hip bump to Wu?s pelvis, knocking her a pace or two back before she threw a high heel kick at the oriental mistress? chest. Wu surprised her by raising her leg to mirror the move, sole meeting sole in a sudden stop. Wu felt the other girl?s wide heel connect with hers, rattling her leg muscles but shoving her foot back at her all the same. Ivy stumbled for what seemed to be the first time all night, legs scrambling to maintain her balance. Wu lunged in low, lashing her hands at Ivy?s legs. The dancer skipped a step back, seemingly dodging it only to find that Wu had gotten her fingers into her stockings.
Wu pulled hard in both directions, dragging Ivy?s legs apart and ripping the stockings at the same time. Ivy kept herself from falling, acrobatic to the end, a moment of relief on her eyes. It quickly vanishes as she sees her position, almost in a split position save for a good 6 inches off the ground. She was practically spread eagle, and with room to spare for Wu to follow through. Ivy?s eyes shoot wide, lips just starting to form the word ?no? when Wu smirked cruelly and took a half step forward, then shot her foot straight up into Ivy?s unprotected cunt, accurate enough that her toes jammed partway inside the vulnerable dancer. Where she?d planned on a desperate ?no!?, Ivy was left with just an echoing ?OHHHHHH!? as she clutched her pussy, collapsing to the ground forward and holding her snatch, ass high in the air.

Wu sneered down at her, throwing two handfuls of shredded stockings down onto Lily?s head. The all but paralyzed Ivy didn?t even blink, eyes and mouth still agape. ?Say whatever you American whores want, but don?t you even think of comparing your legs to mine,? she scolded, lifting Ivy?s face off the ground just for a moment using the tip of her toes.

?Stinking whore!? Isabel suddenly screeched at her. Wu leapt back in instinct, a whizzing sound coming as Isabel recklessly swung a blade down at where she?d been. It was a military officer?s weapon, so generally more for show than for slaying, but it was fairly practical for the task all the same. Isabel wielded it like a cleaver, heavy-handed and clearly untrained with the weapon, but Wu had to acknowledge the danger. She saw a few strands of her hair descending through the air where she?d narrowly missed, and the shoulder of her dress hung loose between the struggle and a fresh slice from the blade.
?I?ll gut you, you filthy Chink pig!? Isabel fumed at her. She?d managed to stuff her oversized melons back into her corset, though still seethed at the indignity. She was dead set on ending Wu and the shame associated with her as quickly as possible. Wu dodged around the swipes of the saber, but she couldn?t match the weapon?s reach against the bigger woman.

Unhappy with her odds and the turn the fight was taking, Wu worked her way back towards one of the walls. She all but backed into one of the bouncers, actively not participating in the massive catfight, and pressing herself against the wall near him. Isabel took another stab at her, Wu rolling gracefully aside and letting her blade tip bury itself in the wall. It was easily dislodged, but it brought Wu enough time to grab at the guard?s pants, untangling his belt and whipping it off of him in a quick flourish.


Isabel turned to face her, surprised when the belt lashed across her cheek like a whip. Similarly, Wu was not experienced in wielding a belt in dire combat, but she needed some form of weapon and a direct application to the face seemed to do the trick. Isabel fumed some more, the sabre coming down in an overhead swing. Wu doubled the belt over in her hands, raising it to halt it from trying to cleave her in half. It didn?t stop right away, more slowed than anything, and its tip still managed to reach between the diamond opening at her cleavage. Isabel and Wu?s weapons pushed against each other as they leaned in and pressed their weight into the pressure. The women were intimately close in their test of strength through their weapons, leering daringly into each other eyes. Isabel was too close to try to try another swing, and Wu couldn?t part with the weapon or risk a fatal cut from her foe. She threw several sharp kicks into Isabel?s legs, bringing her to one knee and robbing her of her height advantage. Isabel grunted and winced from the pain in her legs, ripping the saber away from the deadlock. The blade?s edge cut clean through Wu?s top and bra, baring her chest as she brought the handle of the blade thumping quickly into Wu?s temple. The blunt strike staggered her, Wu wincing as her vision blurred a bit.