A New Fight School Story
Usual warning about nasty things happening. Not fatal this time.
Part 1
The dark haired girl bowed low to the class.
?My name is Arimi. Please take care of me? she said in the formula for a student starting in a new school. Her jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders and as she straightened up she showed annoyance in flicking the unfamiliar long locks from out of her face. The teacher went through the formula of introductions and allotted a seat towards the back of the class but Arimi knew from the looks of unconcealed appraisal and lust from the boys and whispering and glares from the girls that any amount of ?official cover stories? was not going to make much difference to her reception at the school. One girl sitting beside the empty chair reserved for her was holding Arimi in a fixed stare. She recognised the girl immediately. The intensive fight training at H High had insured the scouting out of all the other fight schools fighter. Miki had started the year as the third ranked freshmen year fighter here at Kitakyushu Tech but when the first rank teen had broken her hip in a bad fall during training and the second ranked girl had disappeared a few weeks latter (amid rumours of a death in a pit fight against a girl from another school) she had found herself as her schools representative. Arimi had watched the three fights she had had before the summer break, she was OK but nothing special as befitted a second rank school like the one she was now joining. Miki had won her first fight in a tough match where she had forced a vicious submission nearly ripping the nipples off of a girl from similar low ranked school then lost from three knock downs in a bloody fight against Takayama from Arata Private School who had clearly out classed her before suffering a terrible loss to Ako from Honso Tech, a top ranked school. Ako was a nasty cruel fighter who had delighted in teasing the less skilled teen bringing her nearly to the limit to force a submission before changing her attack and torturing another part of Miki?s brutalised body. The fight had stayed in Arimi?s mind and had insured she in her turn had given Ako no mercy in their fight as she had destroyed her in front of her school. The girls around Miki continued to whisper to her and glare at Arimi as she walked to her chair but Arimi could see through the cold stare from the other fighter. Miki's fear made her eyes somehow hollow and Arimi could sense the stiffness in the way she held herself. ?She is petrified by my reputation? thought the new girl and then hung her head as she realised that any chance of a new start was already a dream. ?They only think of me as a killer, so much for growing and dying my hair and reverting to my real name?, thought Silver.
Her friend Ichigo?s uncle had rescued her from a very sticky situation in a luxury hotel room covered in blood with a dead girl at her feet. A Yakuza family may not be everybody?s dream but it can help. The summer break had flown by as she repaid her debt acting as an enforcer and bodyguard for an ?Idol? group. Whereas teen fans could push around the average six-foot by six-foot bouncer a five foot nothing teen of similar age who knew what to do could easily handle them. Ichigo had visited her often and they had spent a week in Hawaii as special guards for a bishi singer who was normally always mobbed by schoolgirls. The Yakuza had arranged her transfer of schools and the head of Kitakyushu was only too pleased to gain a championship class fighter for their squad.
The practice gym was much smaller than Silver was used to with only a small half size ring for practise bouts. For real matches an adjoining hall was taken over by the school. For the first time it struck her that this is what being in the lower status schools meant. She herself had sneered at the lower schools. Now she knew what they had to deal with. No one spoke to her as she started to practise on the speed bag and then the kick post. The practice uniform was a bright sun yellow one piece and as usual made of skin tight nylon stretched two sizes too small across Silvers budding teen body. The hip was cut very high to nearly under her arm and her cunt lips showed clearly defined by the yellow material as did her teats show themselves pointing proudly through the low cut front only just hidden by the swim suit. She had registered with the gym mistress earlier and had only received a nod of acknowledgement. Then she was given an angry rebuke and told to take off her boots much to the amusement of all the other teens in the gym. She had not been able to get the yellow boots of the school as they were still on order for her. She had thus worn her tried and tested orange boots which the gym teacher now took great pleasure in cutting up with a knife in front of the other teens in the gym as Silver hung her head and turned a bright red. She had then deposited her treasured boots into the rubbish chute. As the gym began to fill she saw Miki enter with a groups of friend. It was obvious they were trying to encourage her and cheer her up. They all knew the platinum teen had come to take her place on the school team. The gym teacher had no intention of making it easy for Silver and arranged a fight with a large girl who Silver did not know. Both girls wore similar protection of gloves and joint padding supports as well as a neck support. She tried not to hurt her too much as this was one of her future team mates but the girl though large was completely unskilled and she managed to duck her face into a drop kick aimed at her chest. She was carried out with blood flowing from her nose and mouth and much muttering from her friends. The gym teacher had then arranged another practise bout with a slim tall girl. She was very quick and unlike Silver had obviously been told not to hold back. Her kicks and punches were landing with full force but she was also a cheat. The pain from a particularly nasty cunt kick could only have been from a boot loaded with a steel tip. Both girls were wearing practice gloves and while Silvers were padded the girls were hardened as were the knee and elbow supports she wore. A complaint to the teacher was ignored while the girl took advantage and blind-sided Silver and punched her hard in the kidney doubling her over in agony while the gym laughed at her plight. Silver had had enough of playing and the unfortunate girl received a demonstration of what a real fighter could do. At the end she left her sobbing tied in the ropes having been dishonoured. Silver had stripping her costume off of her, leaving her naked in the ring and then kissed and sucked a climax from the other teen to her repeated cries for mercy. Silver knew she would probably not now even be allowed back into the gym having so abased herself.
Silver had expected a break and went to get a drink and her towel but even while the sobbing girl was taken out of the ring the gym mistress called Miki.
?If you wish to represent this school you must beat Miki who has been a loyal member of our team and came up from our junior school. This is challenge fight please take off you supports and gloves? Silver noticed that the teacher went across to Miki who was not wearing any supports and could see a heated discussion going on while Miki continued to shake her head. Silver had removed both arm and neck supports and was taking of her last knee support when the gong rang and the teacher yelled fight. Two yellow boots crashed into Silver budding chest squashing it flat and popping her teats above the costume. Hampered by the knee support still round her right ankle the platinum blond Amazon walked into a barrage of body punches and face slaps that had Silvers cheeks glowing red. Then as she finally kicked it off the taller girl grabbed both of Silvers jutting erect pointing teats and tit throw her across the ring. It was a good tit throw and Silver screamed as five furrows were gouged into each stubby teen teat. Silver sobbed with the pain and tears started to drip from her eyes. For practice the normal drugs and stimulants that sharpened reflexes increased brutality and deadened the pain were not administered. The girl?s young bodies would be feeling the full effects of their blows.
Staggering to her feet she started to rub the pain away. She had not been given any time to get back her breath and this was her third fight within an hour. The unfamiliar yellow uniform was sticking to her as she was bathed in sweat and she found the footing on the canvas ring slippery without her boots.
