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THE KUMITE
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Punching the mat, the karateka got to her feet and shouted angrily.  She was dressed in a disshevelled green gi, while her opponent wore a yellow t-shirt and white briefs. Her first match at The Kumite seemed like it would be simple, but the hawaiian girl she faced had countered nearly everything she could throw at her.

As she charged forward one more time, Holly Brockler turned and raised a leg, smashing a roundhouse heel straight into the girl's face.  The karateka stumbled, head still snapped back and mouth wide open, before falling to her knees.  Holly quickly rammed a knee straight up under the girl's chin as she dropped an elbow down onto her head.  The karateka's arms stiffened out to her sides as her body shuddered.  Then she slumped forward, her nose and mouth leaving a small splatter of blood on the mat as her face bounced off of it.  Smirking for a moment as she realized she had won, Holly knelt over her opponent's back and raised a fist, shouting victoriously.

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She was dizzy, yet skittish, as she backed away from the japanese aikido fighter named Tsumi.  The lanky, mousey girl's brown hair was frazzled.  Her sky blue top and dark blue shorts hung on her frame unflatteringly.  Sensing the moment was right, she launched forward with a snap kick towards Tsumi's chin.

Allowing the mousey girl a few moments to hop on one foot and realize her mistake, Tsumi then twisted her captured ankle and took her to the mat.  Still holding her opponent's foot, Tsumi kicked the side of her thigh a few times before flipping her onto her stomach and slamming her knee into the floor.  The mousey girl screamed as her knee popped, reaching involuntarily for her injury.  Tsumi quickly took hold of her wrist, yanking it up and twisting her arm at the shoulder.  One stomp went straight into her shoulderblade, and the next silenced her cries as Tsumi's foot rammed down onto the back of her head.

Holding the unconscious girl's arm, Tsumi looked to the crowd for a few seconds.  Bowing her head slightly, she nodded.  With a wrench and a twist, Tsumi broke her opponent's elbow before releasing her wrist.  She bowed to each corner of the ring, and quietly took her leave.

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Spitting some blood onto the mat, she glared at the stocky girl who circled around her.  The beautiful blonde, tanned and toned in a violet bikini, was used to stepping all over any lesser girl who got in her way.  She threw a kick towards Aura Dean, and screamed as Aura parried her foot while shoving an elbow into her ribs.  Aura drove a palm up into the blonde girl's chin, then drove a heel into her gut and sent her to the floor.

The bikini blonde barely got to her feet before Aura elbowed her once again in her ribs.  Coughing wetly, she sank to her knees.  Eyes still wide in disbelief, the blonde girl grunted painfully as Aura threw herself shoulder-first into her opponent.  The blonde girl's ribs throbbed, overwhelming her with a stabbing pain as she writhed on the mat.

Taking hold of her opponent by her waist, Aura planted her feet and heaved.  She lifted the blonde fighter off the floor, holding her for a split-second before hurling her back down with a belly-to-belly suplex.  The bikini-clad girl flipped over, bouncing headfirst off the mat and ending up in a heap next to her opponent.  Aura sat up, breathing heavily before a smile spread across her face as the crowd cheered.

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Crawling back to her feet, she was no longer thinking about her tidy ponytailed hair, or the state of her modestly adventurous white sports bra and pink spandex shorts ensemble.  She only thought about the fact that she had been suplexed, bodyslammed, and hiptossed around the ring by Mac Brogan.  The hooting and hollaring pro-wrestler's wild, tassled pants and neon facepaint seemed amusing until he had gotten his hands on his opponent.  After only 90 seconds, she was desperately trying to consider a way to make a comeback.

Her train of thought was interrupted by another grapple, through which she was once again overpowered in moments.  Mac lifted his opponent to deliver a bodyslam, running a lap around the ring before throwing his weight into the maneuver.  The girl was loudly winded as the wrestler's body landed on top of hers when she crashed to the mat.  She was still gasping when Mac pulled her to her feet and turned her back to him.  Gripping her by the back of her neck and her posterior, Mac raised his opponent over his head like a trophy.  "Wha...no...wait!"  She kicked her legs and waved her arms frantically, staring terrified up at the lights as her body was pressed up and down like a set of weights.  Mac finally dropped her back-first over his knee.  The girl squawked hoarsely, eyes and mouth wide open before she passed out from shock.

Dumped to the mat and quickly forgotten, she lay facedown in a heap as Mac ran around the ring and hooted at the crowd.

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Rocket Rita's crimson attire made her look like a red blur as she rapidly rained blows against her swimsuit-clad opponent.  The girl's long hair jiggled in waves as her arms fell limp at her sides, struggling to raise for a moment as Rita's assault paused.  A heavy kick to the side of her head sent Ayanna spinning down to the mat.  She shuddered as she crawled to her hands and knees, feeling a bit of nausea through the pain as she spat some blood onto the canvas.  Ayanna's career at the Kumite as "the Beautiful Flower" continued to be a trying one, as her make-up once again streaked beneath the strain of the beating she was sustaining.

Kicking Ayanna hard in the stomach each time she managed to pick herself up off the mat, Rita smiled at the cameras and took a moment to flex her powerful legs.  Stepping around her stunned opponent, Rita took hold of Ayanna's hair and pulled her up onto her knees.  The star kickboxer began driving elbows down into the girl's forehead until it split open.

Leaving Ayanna to sway back and forth on her knees as blood ran down between her eyes, Rita took a few steps back.  Then, she thrust a knee straight into her opponent's face at an astonishing velocity.  Ayanna's features crushed together as her head snapped back, her mouth gaping open as teeth were knocked loose.  With lightning speed, Rita quickly raised her leg straight up and axe-kicked her heel down into her opponent's forehead with a loud crack.  Blood and spit sprayed from Ayanna upon impact, her body shuddering twice before she flopped facedown onto the mat.  Rita stomped twice on the back of her head, grinding her heel against Ayanna's skull as she raised her hands in victory.  The "Beautiful Flower" moaned unconsciously as blood streamed from her face, once again due for an extensive treatment in The Kumite's medical facilities.

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THE POOL
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In the chlorine-scented air of The Pool, Paula Dynamo pumped her fist as the crowd cheered.  She stood in the drained swimming pool that served as a ring, wearing a red swimsuit and metal bracelets.  Her opponent staggered back up, a blue-swimsuited girl with a white headband holding up her matted bangs.  Paula strode towards her, taking a jab to the chin before delivering a thunderous gut-shot.

Stumbling back until she was pinned against the wall of the ring, the blue-swimsuited girl raised a hand as she clutched her stomach.  Paula swatted it aside, crouching and rapidly slamming her fists into her opponent.  The girl jiggled in place as her opponent used her belly as a speedbag, her eyes wide as she began to double over.  A hard uppercut lifted her back up as it crunched into her chin.  Rearing back, Paula yelled a battle cry before she delivered a finishing blow straight into her opponent's face.  The girl's head was slammed into the wall, held in place until Paula pulled her fist away.

With a gurgling noise, the blue-swimsuited girl slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor.  She gagged a few times while her diaphragm spasmed, otherwise nearly motionless as Paula celebrated her win.

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Smiling as she walked towards the center of the ring, the pig-tailed brunette wore a tie-dye patterned swimsuit and bright yellow ankle bands.  She reached a hand forward to shake her opponent's.  Arachne, wearing a torn black tank-top over a similarly dark swimsuit, took hold of the girl's hand and shook it firmly.  Then, she punted her opponent square in the groin, cracking her knuckles as the girl squeaked and slowly sank to her knees.  Arachne lifted a foot, ramming her heel into her opponent's mouth.

After skidding back several feet, the pig-tailed girl found herself staring up at the lights as her jaw felt numb.  She began to stand, unable to keep her balance well as she felt a mixture of anger and shock at her opponent's tactics.  Throwing a kick, she missed wide as her head was still swimming from the punt to her face.  Arachne grabbed hold of one pig-tail, punching the girl twice below the eye before kneeing her in the crotch.  Feeling herself begin to fold up, the other fighter tried right her crumpling body and was rewarded with a sudden backhand strike.  A tooth and a trail of blood spewing from her mouth as she span around, the pig-tailed girl landed facedown on the ground.  Shuddering as she tried to pick herself up, she stared in confusion at spattering droplets of blood on the floor beneath her face, before it came rushing back to send her to sleep.  Arachne leapt and stomped both feet down on the back of the girl's head, smashing the consciousness out of her head.

Turning and raising a fist, Arachne yelled "Fuck yeah!"  Then, she paused and looked up at the lip of the drained swimming pool.  "What?  That's how you win fast!" she said indignantly at her younger friend.

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Her hair in a tight bun, the businesswoman clenched her teeth as her opponent held her in a tight chickenwing hold.  Her black bikini-clad body turned and twisted as she tried to get free.  Kelly held on, the teenaged fighter's blue leotard darkened by the moisture of the fight venue.  The businesswoman tried to use her height to buck Kelly down to the floor, but while her feet left the ground, Kelly simply wrapped her legs around her opponent's waist.

With a gagged cry of frustration, the businesswoman stumbled to her knees.  She reached for Kelly's arms, clawing her fingernails into the girl's skin.  Kelly cried out, releasing her legs from around her opponent but maintaining the chickenwing hold.  She planted her feet as solidly as she could on the tiled floor, feeling blood run from where the businesswoman's fingernails pressed into her skin.  Kelly shrieked with effort as she leaned back, suplexing her opponent overhead.  The businesswoman's head slammed down into the unforgiving tiles.  She lay folded upside-down for several seconds before slumping onto her stomach.

Kelly cradled her bleeding arm, catching her breath.  Then, she squeaked and ran to her beaten opponent, making sure she had not caused any serious damage.  "What a wuss..." sighed Arachne, watching from above.

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Hikari shouted to the sky in Japanese, slapping her lithe bicep as her opponent lay dazed on the floor.  The Japanese wrestler wore the uniform swimsuit and hair cap of her hometown college, warpaint applied over her face.  The blonde fighter on the ground stared glassily as she weakly shook her head, wearing a simple white swimsuit.  She still looked lost as Hikari pulled her to her feet and led her to the center of the ring.

A hard blow to her belly made the blonde girl double over.  Hikari grabbed her around her waist, lifting her into the air and holding her upside down.  "PILE DRIVAAAAAAAA!!" screamed Hikari.  The blonde girl squirmed as she had a moment of adrenaline, pulling at Hikari's grip and kicking her feet in the air.  "No, no!...no!..." she stammered, eyes wide with fear as she looked up and saw the pool's tiled floor waiting to receive her.

Hikari's opponent immediately went limp after the piledriver, lying in a heap as the Japanese girl pushed her body aside.  Hikari sat down on the blonde girl's stomach, taking her time as she verbally counted 10 hard chops to her chest.  The beaten fighter only shuddered with each hit, unconscious and in pain.

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The brunette had entered the ring wearing a worn grey surf suit.  Tania, a small but strong brazilian in a white bikini, had used the girl's outfit to her advantage as she threw her to the floor over and over.

As her opponent crawled to her knees for the fifth time, Tania leapt forward and rammed a knee into the girl's mouth.  The surfer rolled left and right across the ground, clutching her bleeding jaw.  Tania spent a few moments considering her next move before taking hold of the girl's arm and sitting down next to her to apply a cross-body armbar.  The surfer bucked and thrashed as she tried to get free, making increasingly desperate noises as her arm was stretched to its limit.

There were several seconds of silence after the snap before the surfer shrieked until her throat was raw.  Tania released the hold, getting to her feet.  Her opponent stared in shock at her flopping arm, and its newly-inverted elbow.  She began to moan in a squeaky voice as her lip quivered, pain overcoming her senses.  Trying to offer a small mercy, Tania snapped a kick across the surfer's face.  The girl flipped over on the ground, laying unconscious as her broken arm turned purple.

Tania knelt beside her, bowing her head low before leaving the ring.

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CENTRAL AVENUE STREET FIGHTS
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Onlookers formed the makeshift ring boundaries in the middle of Central Avenue, a common street fight locale.  Authorities often turned a blind eye to the matches that took place there, due to bribery from the local residents.

Blood flying from her lip, the beatnik girl span to the ground.  Her black unitard was scuffed from the pavement, and her heavily shadowed eyes were lost as she began to stand up.  Her opponent was known only as the Urban Ninja, a masked girl in a loose-fitting tanktop and baggy shorts, her shins and feet taped tightly.  Stalking around the beatnik, the Urban Ninja leapt forward and drove a knee into her back.

Before she could fall back down, the beatnik fighter's arms were locked behind her.  She looked left and right, eyes filling with increasing fear before the Urban Ninja lifted and suplexed her headfirst onto the hard concrete.  After flopping to the ground, the beatnik shuddered and tried to crawl to her knees.  The Urban Ninja's eyes looked sad for a moment, before she leapt into the air and pounced down onto her opponent's body.  Having rendered the girl unconscious, the masked fighter bowed to the crowd and quickly took her leave, vanishing into the night.

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To many jeers from on-lookers, Sasha grabbed hold of another kick before suplexing her teenaged opponent overhead.  The younger fighter, dressed in a white t-shirt and red boyshorts, wore a ragged luchadora mask to hide her face.  Her brown hair sprouted from the back of the mask, hanging down to her shoulders as she painfully got up.  Sasha sneered, the russian girl's bleached short hair hanging slightly over her eyes.

Backing away from her approaching foe, the masked teenager looked to either side and saw only the crowded onlookers of the match.  She cradled her stomach, feeling a crack in the pavement underfoot.  She gave a desperate cry as she ran towards Sasha and tried to tackle the russian girl.  Sasha barely budged, grabbing hold of the teenager and lifting her off the ground.  The girl was slammed spine-first onto the pavement, arching her back and screaming.  Sasha rolled her onto her stomach, sitting down on the small of her back and applying a chinlock.  Pulling the teenager's head back, Sasha soon had her slapping her palm on the ground.

"You give?" asked Sasha.  "U-uh...uh huh..." gasped the girl beneath her.  Thinking for a few moments, Sasha grabbed hold of the bottom of the girl's mask and tore it off.  The teenager immediately hung her head down, trying to let her hair cover her face.  She weakly struggled as Sasha put her into a camel clutch, displaying her pained and bruised face for all to see.  "Maybe I should break you right here," snarled Sasha.  "Let them all watch your face as I snap your spine."

Sasha immediately cranked the pressure on the camel clutch.  The girl screamed hoarsely until she lost consciousness a few seconds later, the pain overcoming her senses.  Sasha released her, standing over the beaten young fighter and glaring down at her.  "Stupid girl," she muttered, turning to walk away.  "Not worth the effort."

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Adjusting her white singlet, the blonde girl got back to her feet and smiled as her friends cheered her on.  Her opponent was an egyptian girl named Rabiah, and she and her posse intended to make an example of her to push their agenda and make Central Avenue a caucasian-dominant district of town.  Rabiah bit her lip nervously, wearing a top and sarong both made of shimmering scales.  She had taken down her opponent once already, but the blonde fighter seemed empowered by her support in the crowd.

The blonde's supporters cheered as she scored a hard blow to Rabiah's face.  The girl shouted back to her friends, then turned and threw a hard kick straight towards her opponent's groin.  Rabiah turned and glided forward across the ground, avoiding the dirty blow and scoring one of her own against the blonde's throat.  Not letting the girl catch her breath as she choked, Rabiah span and caved in one of her knees with a kick.  The egyptian fighter climbed onto her opponent as she fell, gripping her scalp with one hand and delivering unrelenting strikes to her face with the other.

Slowly, the cheering section of the crowd grew quiet as their friend was beaten bloody.  Rabiah paused for a moment, looking down at the racist girl with exasperation.  "Give...g-give..." wheezed the blonde fighter, wincing as she swallowed some blood.  "Pphp-please..."  Rabiah looked up and glared at the girl's friends, then continued striking the blonde until her arms fell limply to the ground.

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Though she had stepped onto the pavement with a bright attitude and a lot of cheers behind her, the spunky judoka had not been able to out-grapple the greek fighter named Nicasio.  He slammed her to the ground, stepping back and waiting for her to stand.  She wore a sleeveless gi jacket and tank top, her gi pants shortened to leave her legs bare from the shins-down.  Her pigtails were messy and uneven from the match, barely held together and she got to her feet and tried to make a grab for Nicasio's waist.

After a moment of back-and-forth wrestling, Nicasio once again took control as he scooped her up and carried her over his chest.  The judoka kicked and struggled, trying to get one of her legs up and around his neck.  The greek fighter lifted her higher before throwing her hard onto the pavement.  A new pain erupted inside the judoka's body as her body cracked against the ground.  Her eyes bugged out as she screamed, clutching at her chest and ribs.  As his opponent began to curl up, Nicasio quickly climbed on top of her, pulling the judoka into a harsh camel clutch.  As she bent beneath the hold, the judoka began slapping the pavement in submission, grabbing at the hands around her chin as the hold did not release.  Leaning back one more time and bringing a shriek out of his opponent, Nicasio then released the hold.

Her relief turning to confusion, the judoka made a panicked sound as she felt her opponent pick her up off the ground.  Nicasio held her back across his chest, one arm cupping her thigh as the other wrapped around her shoulders.  The greek fighter began squeezing his arms together, bending the judoka's body together.  Her fingernails dug into his forearm as she pried at the arm around her shoulders, her free foot only able to swing wildly as she screamed in pain.  The judoka's cries elevated several times before it cut off suddenly, her body going limp as it curled together unnaturally in Nicasio's grasp.  He opened his arms, letting his opponent fall like a ragdoll onto the pavement, and strode away, feeling that he had left his mark.

Nicasio had left a mark, but it was a warrant on his own head.  After she was dragged away, the judoka was unable to be revived.  Several ribs had broken, and her opponent's final hold had caused fatal internal trauma.  The people of Central Avenue did not take kindly to a fighter that did not know when to stop, and would make Nicasio regret it if he ever returned.

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THE COLOSSEUM
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Blood hit the sandy floor of The Colosseum as another group of fighters faced each other in the first circles that led to the center of the battleground.

Wiping at the cut on her lip, the hungarian girl's curly hair hung over her enraged eyes as she shrieked in anger.  Gray bellbottomed pants and a white shirt were scuffed with dirt.  She ran towards the pink-tights brunette that faced her, raising a fist as she charged.  The pink-clad girl snapped a kick straight into her opponent's throat, sending her head-over-heels back to the ground.  Choking, the hungarian began to stand, but her opponent slammed a knee into the side of her head.  Grabbing hold of the girl's curly locks, the brunette rapidly kneed her opponent in the face, pausing only when a few teeth had fallen to the sand.

"Ghllkkh...nnguh..."  The hungarian girl's eyes were crossed and glossy.  She swayed on her knees as her opponent reached down to apply a front-facelock.  As the hold tightened, the hungarian made a few desperate cries, weakly trying to pull herself free.  Closing her eyes, the pink-clad girl harshly jerked back and to the side, wringing the hungarian viciously.  Her opponent scratched at her enclosed arm until her neck was snapped.  Hands falling to her sides, the hungarian slumped facedown to the sand, her fingers twitching lightly once.

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After trading a few blows, the stocky polynesian girl sank to one knee, eyes half-closed as a sharp pain spread over her right temple.  The slim indian girl smacked a palm across her opponent's face, slowly taking a step forward before quickly kicking her foot up behind her to catch the girl beneath her chin.

Spitting some blood onto the sand, the polynesian fighter staggered up to her feet.  Her opponent quickly turned, delivering a spinning backfist into her cheek.  The indian fighter hopped up, seating herself on one of her opponent's shoulders before rapidly throwing knees into the girl's face until she began to slump to her knees.  Nimbly landing back on the ground, the indian girl held the polynesian upright, slowly arcing one arm before chopping it brutally down into her skull.

Drool running from her mouth as her eyes slightly crossed, the polynesian fighter remained on her knees as her opponent circled around her, locking in a simple chokehold.  After a moment, the indian lifted a foot and braced it against the girl's back, before leaning her entire back harshly.  The polynesian's eyes bugged out as her hands waved forward pitifully, her soft neck being pulled up and back beyond the limits of its flexibility.  Holding her quivering throat taut and stretched, the indian fighter finally turned her entire body to twist and break her opponent's neck, hugging it tightly.

As she was released, the polynesian girl's head nearly faced the wrong way as she flopped over.  She could see her opponent walking away from her as her vision darkened and her body grew numb.

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After being shoved to the ground for a third time, the australian girl's wide eyes looked anything but brave.  Her simple black swimsuit's glittering finish had stuck to parts of her skin, flowing dark hair hanging over her shoulders.  The larger black girl that finally began to approach her was very stocky, dressed in jeans shorts and a ripped tank-top.  Backing away, the australian girl filled with regret, wishing she were anywhere but in that circle in the sand.  As her feet neared the edge, two spears crossed behind her, making her freeze in place.

Grabbing her opponent by her head, the black girl was easily able to force her struggling opponent under one arm.  Slowly closing her thick arms around the australian's stomach, the black girl suddenly lifted her overhead.  Her back arching over one large shoulder, the australian madly tried to get free as her spine was stretched in her opponent's vice-like grip.  After a few seconds of bending her opponent's back, the black girl whipped her face-first onto the floor with a huge thud.  The australian bounced once, flopping to a rest on her stomach.  She was motionless, wracked in pain and unable to move.  Her opponent played to the crowd a few times, walking circles around the helpless fighter.

Dragged by her ankles to the center of the circle, the australian girl cried out weakly as her opponent began to pick her up.  Scooping her up, the black girl seemed to be preparing to bodyslam her.  As she began to lose her dizziness, the australian girl realized she was still being held aloft, and her opponent's arms were tightening around her shoulders and crotch.  The black girl continued squeezing, slowly crushing her opponent's upper body into her pelvis.  As the pressure increased, the australian girl felt her vertebrae shudder as her shoulderblades and pelvic bone began to pop.  "Nnuh!  No!" she screamed, her bones grinding together.  "No!!  No no no pleAAUUUUUUUUOHH GOD AWWWWGH!!!"  Another crack came from the australian girl's body as her opponent squeezed, crushed, and ground her torso and pelvis together.  Her bare hands and feet flailed uselessly, her body spasming as her spine finally broke and compressed.  The black girl continued to squeeze, mashing her opponent's internals together for a few moments, then dropped the girl to the floor.

Laying splayed out on her back, chest shuddering as she took hoarse and bloody breaths, the australian's eyes were wide and unfocused.  Her mouth quivered, blood sputtering from her lips.  She saw the black girl loom over her, and whimpered as she saw a foot step forward and down towards her.  Her opponent stepped on her heavily, crushing the life out of her and breaking her neck.  The black girl continued walking, not even looking back at the broken girl in the sand as she raised her fist in victory.

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Bellowing an amazonian war cry, the pelt-garbed girl named Tora Sky reached for her opponent's scalp.  With two heavy strikes, Tora's adversary had already lost the fight.  A foolish girl dressed in a simple sports bra and bike shorts, her eyes were wide and glassy as Tora stood her upright.  The amazon drove a knee into her gut, holding her tightly to prevent her from collapsing.  A hard chop across her jaw left the girl's mouth hanging open before a backhand blow forced a spray of spittle from her lips.  Two headbutts split her forehead open before Tora released her, letting her fall backwards like a dead weight.

Collecting her opponent off the floor and hoisting her under an arm, Tora considered her next move as she took a few steps forward.  Just as her half-rolled eyes began to close, the girl shrieked as she was dropped into a quick backbreaker.  Holding the girl on her knee, Tora dropped an elbow into her face before throwing her hard into the ground.

Fading back in from unconsciousness, the girl's feet kicked lightly in the air.  Her head lolled left and right, trying to figure out what was happening.  Tora Sky held her aloft in an elevated double-chickenwing.  Squeezing her opponent's arms together, Tora roared with exertion.  The girl's head threw back as her shoulderblades cracked, her scream cut off as she was slammed facefirst into the sand.

Quickly getting on top of the girl as she began to convulse, Tora simultaneously yanked her up onto her feet as she applied an abdominal stretch.  Her opponent's free arm swung left and right, using what energy she had left in a futile attempt to get free.  Tora stretched the girl's body horribly, pausing only to deliver rapid punches to her taut kidney area.  Seeing blood sputter from her opponent's mouth, Tora yelled as she put all her strength into pulling and twisting her adversary.  The girl's shriek grew choked and gurgling as her torso creaked and popped.  A terrifying crack came from her spine as it finally gave out, and the flesh of the girl's midriff coiled like a spring.

Tora looked into the girl's eyes as they rolled back, the girl's torso now twisted well over 90 degrees.  Shifting her arms, she pulled her gagging opponent into a vicious necklock.  Turning once with a loud snap, Tora turned back around to throw her opponent spiralling down to the floor.  Her dominance asserted, Tora turned around and prepared to deliver a worse punishment to her next opponent.

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EMERGENCY WARD
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One of many street urchins to wander into the dangerous ring known as the Emergency Ward, the young girl's torn jeans and white tank top were also her only possessions.  Each had been marked by the fight, some blood spattered on her shirt and the leg of one of her jeans ripping slightly as her opponent wrenched a painful leg lock.  Alani, dressed in her usual green top and briefs, stood up.  Still holding the girl's ankle, she slammed two hard kicks into the already-injured thigh, and finished with a stomp to the hip joint.

The street urchin could only howl and roll around as her entire leg was in crippling pain.  After waiting a few seconds to allow her opponent to try and stand up, Alani closed her eyes and stepped towards the felled fighter.  Picking up the girl's ankle once again and ignoring her desperate pleas, Alani took a deep breath before twisting the leg and dropping her entire weight on it knees-first.  Her young opponent screamed almost as loud as the snap of her bones, before passing out from the pain.

Alani crept forward, taking a moment to set her opponent's shattered leg in a vaguely straight position before gently touching her face and leaving the ring.

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Rubbing her aching neck, the native american girl painfully stood up.  She wore a tassled brown leotard with a beaded necklace, and had stepped into the ring thinking she would wrestle her opponent to the ground.  However, the merciless luchadora called Tequila Sunrise had overpowered her at every key moment of the match.

Tequila quickly locked up with her, pulling her down into a headlock.  Then, the luchadora slammed a fist into the girl's skull three times.  She released the headlock, but the native american fighter was still bent over, stunned and trying to remain standing.  A hard double-axehandle to her back sent the girl onto her hands and knees.  Tequila grabbed her opponent around her waist and lifted her up, hoisting her over one shoulder in an argentine backbreaker.  The native american fighter threw elbows, trying to strike Tequila in the head.  But soon, she succumbed to the pain and screamed in agony as her body bounced over Tequila's shoulder as the luchadora ground her spine.

Feeling the girl slowly become dead weight, Tequila ran towards one of the clear walls around the ring and slammed her opponent's body against it.  The native american fighter's face squashed against it before she slid down and lay in a heap on the mat.  Tequila rolled her onto her back before delivering a heavy legdrop across her throat.  The girl's entire body spasmed with the impact, then once again lay still.  The luchadora hooked one of her legs and lay on top of her until she heard the audience's ten-count.

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She had been relieved to see her sister still breathing as she was dragged off the mat after the match with Tequila Sunrise.  She had felt confident upon seeing her opponent, a short chinese girl named Chun Ling.  The native american girl was dressed identically to her sister, the only difference being that her leotard was orange.  Blood dripped down it from her nose as she sank to her knees, staring at Chun Ling in a mixture of half-consciousness and disbelief.  The chinese girl turned and leapt, delivering a spinning kick that sent her opponent to the floor.

"You underestimate me, huh?"  Chun Ling paced around the native american girl as she tried to get up, faltering several times.  "I make you pay for that!" continued Chun Ling, before she kicked her opponent in the stomach.  Grabbing the gasping girl by her hair and pulling her onto her feet, Chun Ling delivered a palmstrike followed by a hard knee to the gut.  The native american girl's head exploded in pain as Chun Ling simultaneously drove an elbow down onto her head as she lifted a knee under her chin.  She fell to the mat, clutching at the multiple fractures in her face and trying to roll away.

Dragging the native american girl onto her knees, Chun Ling immediately cracked one of her ribs with another palmstrike.  Then, she pushed her palm in farther, snapping a bone and puncturing something inside her opponent's chest.  "Now you see!" declared Chun Ling, as her opponent clutched at her chest and choked.  "Play for keeps!"

Chun Ling pushed the girl's head away as she took a few steps back, then ran forward with a leaping kick.  Her heel crunched straight into her opponent's throat, caving in her neck for a moment before she flipped over.  The native american fighter lay facedown and nearly motionless, twitching softly once as blood flowed from her mouth.  Her sister would awake to find that she was the only one of the pair who would leave the Emergency Ward on her feet.

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Wearing a white watermelon-print t-shirt over her green and pink one-piece, the frightened young fighter's nerves got the better of her as she shakily faced her opponent.  Pretty Patsy Palmer offered a warm smile to the girl, extending her hands.  Cautiously, the young fighter took hold of her hands and shook them, before quickly backing off.  Her opponent adjusted her black sundress before advancing on the girl.

The combatants locked up, Patsy quickly gaining the advantage.  She backed the watermelon girl up into one of the clear walls of the ring, then threw a harsh knee into her groin.  Her opponent cried out long and loud, doubling over as her eyes bugged out.  Patsy gently took hold of her head, then whipped it hard back into the wall.  The girl bounced off the hard surface, tumbling to the mat.  Patsy hauled her to her feet, then scooped her into the air and threw her back against the barrier.  As the watermelon girl lay writhing on the floor, Patsy placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head.  "If that's all you got, I'm gonna have to make this quick."

Patsy pulled her opponent off the ground and propped her up against the clear wall.  She threw her entire body against the girl, smashing her into the wall.  Then, before she could slump to the floor, Patsy caught her in a bearhug and lifted the girl a few inches into the air before squeezing the breath from her diaphragm.  The young fighter moaned, shaking her head as her arms and legs waved in the air.  Patsy whipped her body left and right, then looked the girl in the eye as she struggled weakly to escape.  "I'm gonna give you a special goodbye, honey," said Patsy.  "Kiss your career goodbye."  Her opponent whimpered, confused as Patsy gave her a peck on the cheek before throwing her down onto the canvas.

Patsy leaned down and wrapped her arms around the girl's waist.  She lifted the young fighter up into the air, holding her upside-down and once again in a spine-curdling bearhug.  Patsy wrang the watermelon girl's back until it arched like a bow, crushing her in the dominating submission hold.  The girl screamed in submission, terrified as her bones began to pop.  The watermelon girl's back gave out with a sudden crack, bending harshly as her legs hung down like dead weights.  She stared up at the floor, struggling to breathe.  Patsy walked her to the middle of the ring, then piledrove her headfirst into the canvas.  The young fighter's neck snapped as her and Patsy's bodies pressed down onto her skull.  Patsy held her in place, upside-down and folded gruesomely at the throat and waist.  She finally pushed her opponent's body away, taking the time to sit on top of the beaten girl and pose as she claimed her victory.  "Things are looking up," she thought, "I'll get back to Creekville in no time."

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6TH LEVEL
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The dark arena known infamously as The 6th Level was brutally hot from the fires that burned around its solid steel ring platform.  Two bridges extended towards it, allowing entrance to the ring but not guaranteeing exit.

A brazilian girl headed to the ring, slowly dancing as she approached it.  She wore a glimmering blue samba costume, a small two-piece outfit with ankle bands and a feathered head-dress.  As she stepped onto the ring, she removed the head-dress and placed it back on the bridge before it retracted.  The samba girl continued to dance back and forth across her side of the ring, awaiting her opponent.

Slowly approaching the ring, the masked combatant known only as the Bear Woman stared at the samba girl as she crossed the bridge.  Her brown mask and leotard were already damp with sweat as she stepped onto the ring, arms loose at her sides as a gong filled the air.

The samba girl sprang into action, raining a large number of kicks into her opponent.  The Bear Woman stood her ground, barely moving as each kick connected against her.  Her opponent turned and span, leaping back and forth and driving her elbows and knees into the masked fighter.  Finally, the samba girl paused to catch her breath, looking expectantly at the Bear Woman.  She responded by delivering a sudden and brutal overhand strike to the brazilian's head, dropping her face-first into the mat.

Crawling to her hands and knees, the samba girl looked up at her opponent for a few seconds before getting back to her feet.  She circled the Bear Woman cautiously, licking her lips and looking for an opening.  Losing her patience after a long pause in their battle, the brazilian shrieked a battlecry and threw herself into the air, spinning into an overhead heel kick.  Her foot landed hard atop the Bear Woman's skull.  Standing on one foot, the brazilian girl stared as her opponent did not even sink to one knee.  Her eyes were wide in a stunned trance as the Bear Woman's hands suddenly clapped forward around her head.  The masked girl threw the samba fighter across the ring, slowly following her as she tumbled to a rest near the edge of the metal platform.

Panting as the heat of the flames around the ring breathed against her, the brazilian girl dripped with sweat as the Bear Woman pulled her to her feet.  She put all her might into a leaping knee strike into the side of the masked girl's head, and stared helplessly as the Bear Woman shrugged it off and reared her fist back.  Clubbing it against the side of her opponent's head, she let the samba fighter stumble to the side before smashing both her hands together on either side of her skull.  The brazilian girl sank to her knees, clutching her head as she slumped to the floor.  The Bear Woman took hold of her ankles, dragging her several feet before heaving her up into the air and swatting her body back down.  The samba girl's body clanged against the steel ring floor, flopping once before coming to a rest.  She lay gasping for breath as the Bear Woman circled around her.

Picking her opponent up off the floor, the Bear Woman scooped her up and then held her overhead.  The brazilian girl whimpered as the flames around the ring increased in their intensity.  The masked fighter drove her body down onto her knee, letting her cry out in pain before throwing her to the ground.  The brazilian clutched her back, body glistening with sweat as she moaned and rolled left and right.  Slowly, the Bear Woman took hold of her by the throat and forced her back up onto her feet.  Her eyes were wide with fear as she grimaced, barely able to breathe in her opponent's grasp.  A few weak kicks were all the samba girl could muster in retaliation as she was dragged towards the center of the ring, her foot slapping against the Bear Woman's midriff with little effect.

Wrapping one arm around her opponent's body, the Bear Woman delivered a quick headbutt before releasing her chokehold and locking in a standing bearhug.  The brazilian girl looked around desperately, quickly realizing that she was caught within her opponent's infamous specialty.  The Bear Woman lifted her off her feet, crushing her back and squeezing the last of her strength from her body.  The samba fighter howled, shaking her head rapidly as her body shuddered and curled up.  Screaming in pain, she wildly beat her hands and feet against the Bear Woman as her spine creaked and popped.  A prolonged shriek of agony followed a loud crack as the Bear Woman broke her back, squeezing the bearhug harder until blood spurted from the brazilian girl's quivering mouth.

The Bear Woman threw her beaten opponent down onto the floor, standing over her for a few moments before reaching for her throat and thighs.  The masked fighter lifted the brazilian girl up and over her head like a trophy, carrying her to the edge of the ring as her legs dangled lifelessly.  The brazilian stared at the ceiling, a numbness creeping over her as she felt her opponent heave her forward.  Her body was thrown from the ring, singed by the flames around it before falling into the darkness below.

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Brown bangs bobbing as she stepped into the hellish heat of the ring, the girl's eyes were wide and a little unhinged.  The rookie fighter's white sports bra was stained with old bloodstains from the single accidental kill she had on her record, with more of the now-brown spatterings on her baggy blue trousers.  They were cut off and tied tightly at her knees.  Her wide eyes were bright but a little vacant, clearly disturbed by something that lurked within her mind.

Hasina crept forward, her scarred body tightly wrapped in sections of white bandaging.  Her face was also wrapped, with only her long dark hair and a single eye remaining uncovered.  She had once been a gorgeous warrior of the pit, until a devastating loss that ended with her being hurled into a pool of corrosive liquid.  While she escaped with her life, the match had taken from her both her beauty and sanity.

With a shriek, the rookie threw punches and kicks at Hasina.  The scarred fighter turned and twisted, dodging several blows before two fists consecutively struck her across the face.  A hard roundhouse span her around before her opponent grabbed her by the waist.  Writhing in the rookie's grasp, Hasina turned herself around before hopping her legs up to wrap them around the girl's body.  The scarred fighter raked her fingers left and right across the rookie's face, forcing the girl to cry out and collapse beneath her.  Hasina took a few more swipes at her opponent as she sat on her chest before delivering a hard chop to her throat and rolling away.

Letting her gagging opponent stumble to her feet, Hasina circled around her slowly.  The rookie winced as she tried to catch her breath, keeping her hands raised as the bandaged girl before her glared with a predatory look in her good eye.  Hasina then leapt forward, striking the rookie in the chest before turning and driving a heel into her gut.  As the girl doubled over, Hasina grabbed her scalp and rapidly lifted her knees into the girl's face.  The rookie fell to her knees, dazed as Hasina slid her arms around her neck and hugged her body against her own.  Trapped chest-to-chest against the scarred fighter, the rookie fell back onto the mat as Hasina pinned her.  One bandaged shoulder quickly cut off the brown-haired girl's oxygen, and she thrashed wildly for only a few seconds before shuddering limply and blacking out.

Once again seated on her opponent's chest, Hasina stared down at the rookie as the unconscious girl gasped for breath.  The scarred fighter craned her neck, peering as her eye twitched a little bit.  She slowly raised her arms, and then let out a primal howl before pounding on the rookie's face.  The brown-haired girl's body thrashed as her opponent beat her mercilessly, not relenting until the rookie was a bloodied mess.  Hasina turned the girl's head, dropping hard chops against her cheek until there was a crack.  The rookie screamed, rousing back to consciousness as her cheekbone fractured.  Hasina viced her thighs around the rookie's waist and pushed her shoulders down, pinning her in place as she stared into her eyes.  The rookie coughed, moaning and shaking her head as she writhed in pain.  Hasina began headbutting her injured cheekbone, soon slamming her forehead directly into the rookie's eye.  After a few blows, another loud shriek came with another cracking noise.

Hasina rolled off of her opponent, dazed by her own headbutting assault.  The rookie rolled around on the mat, screaming and clutching her ruined eye as blood ran freely through her fingers.  Hasina eventually came to her senses, slowly walking towards the rookie before pushing her onto her back and pinning her down with one foot.  Crouching down to mount the bloodied fighter, Hasina looked at the quivering rookie's ruined face for a few moments before repeatedly beating her skull once again.  Once the rookie's arms fell to the mat, Hasina stood and began stomping on her face.  After nearly a minute, the bandaged girl turned to walk away, dragging her opponent's body by an ankle.  Hasina left bloody footprints in her wake beside the trailing smear that ran from the mangled mess of the rookie's face, and pushed the lifeless girl over the side of the ring without a second thought, leaving her to fall into the darkness below.

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Pacing around the combat platform, the policewoman's tank-top clung to her as the flames had her sweating immediately.  Dressed only in the tank-top and her trousers, she had been led to the ring after a lengthy interrogation by the 6th Level's staff.  Her undercover mission was a failure, and she nervously chewed her finger as she saw a masked fighter step onto the mat with her.

Murder Mask, pale-skinned and dressed in a black one-piece, looked at her unwilling opponent from behind her metal facemask.  The policewoman desperately looked for a route of escape as Murder Mask approached, quickly realizing that the only escape was the flame-kissed black abyss around the combat platform.

After the masked fighter watched her silently for a few seconds, the policewoman took a swing at her with a left hook.  She then grabbed hold of Murder Mask by the shoulder, throwing knees into her gut.  After several blows, Murder Mask ended her attack by grabbing hold of her head and squeezing.  She forced the policewoman to her knees, the pressure around her head immediately making her woozy.  A sudden double-axehandle to her forehead made the policewoman crumple.  She crawled on all fours, trying to shake the cobwebs as her heart raced.

Waiting for her opponent to get back to her feet, Murder Mask's patient silence eventually goaded the policewoman into trying another attack.  A spinning roundhouse slammed into the masked fighter's chest, pushing her back a few feet.  Seeing her chance, the policewoman tried the same maneuver, hoping to push the 6th Level's champion off the platform.  Murder Mask caught her leg, then pounded her across her face.  Scooping her opponent into the air, Murder Mask held the policewoman overhead.  Her panic rising, the captive officer began to struggle and whine.  Murder Mask dropped her chest-first onto an outstretched knee, forcing a horrible gag from the policewoman.

Coughing and gasping, the injured officer rolled around on the ground, clutching at her pained ribs.  Murder Mask yanked her up to her knees by her hair, looking down at her as she raised her hands.  "W-Wait," stammered the policewoman, "please, I can...I can tell you anything!  Our operation, who else is here, I'll do anything, j-just-HCHHHK!"  Murder Mask lifted her up to her feet by her throat, leaning closer as she begged.  "Kahh...p-please...tell you anything..."

"Not my business," hissed a voice from behind the mask.

The policewoman's eyes bugged out as Murder Mask slammed a fist into her chest with enough force to break several of her injured ribs.  Another hard blow to the same spot forced a sickening crack from the officer's body as she screamed in pain.  Rearing back, Murder Mask delivered a third blow.  The masked fighter's hand pierced into the policewoman's body.  Blood running from her lips, the officer weakly clutched at Murder Mask's wrist as she shook her head pathetically.  "AUHH...UH...Nuhh...no...not like...please...please no no no..."

Tilting her head slightly, Murder Mask then squeezed her hand shut before tearing it free.  The policewoman shrieked, eyes wide as she saw the masked fighter holding some dark red flesh in her hand.  The officer immediately fell forward, laying facedown in a growing pool of blood.  Murder Mask threw aside the gore in her hand, letting it fall into the darkness below as she took her leave.

"Not my business," she hissed, ignoring the body that lay in her wake.
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