Let there be Fight.....

It was a day like any other....


The city of Tokyo was quite a wonder of the world.   A place where the rhythms of consumer culture collide with the quieter moments that linger from older traditions.  It's hectic madness leavened by the Zennest of calms. With a population of over 12 million, or about 10 percent of Japan's population, it is by far the country's most populous and most densely populated prefecture.  Tokyo suburb hasn't been completely trounced: in the shadows of skyscrapers, streets are still lined with tiny specialist shops and bustling restaurants open late into the night; and you can still sense a bygone era in an ancient wooden house, a Japanese inn, an old lady in a kimono sweeping the pavement outside her home with a straw broom.

Tokyo was also a place of wild entertainments ranging in many varieties, offering a seemingly unlimited choice of shopping, culture and dining to its both residents and visitors.  Nightclubs, strip clubs, restaurants, hostess clubs, and cabarets were only the tip of the entertainment iceburg.  As fun as most of these places were, however, most citizens knew there was one place they could go where all of the amenities were rolled into one.  One place were all desires and wants were met.

It was known as the AFW.

In a world where violent fights were making a comeback in the hearts and minds of human beings, none could a deliver a show like the AFW wrestling venue.  Founded nearly a decade ago the AFW brought the people what they had wanted in more ways than one.  For while the fights were unscripted and real, others fight venues could deliver the shame.  What made the AFW unique, set apart from the rest, was the fact that most of its competitors were beautiful women.

From all across the globe, some of the most beautiful and powerful women on the planet would gather here in Tokyo to compete in the famous AFW.  From martial artists, pro wrestlers, MMA fighters, barroom brawlers, ninjas, street fighters, soldiers; the list went on.  They were heroes and villains, psychopaths and saints, but all of them desired one thing: to stand at the top of the female fighting world as the coveted AFW World Champion.  These were legendary fights that took place in the AFW dome.  Titanic struggles that had the crowd roaring on their feet in cheers and jeers watching these women fight for the right to call them selves the best.

But it wasn't all punching and bleeding in the AFW.  Another thing that set it apart from the rest of the rabble was its policies regarding sexual censorship.  Namely, there wasn't any.  Some of these women, sexual deviants in nature, would often abandon a fight in fight in favour of more.....pleasurable activities.  Entire contests were based around these encounters, leading to the term 'Hentai Match', of which the AFW was famous for.

For years the AFW rose in popularity and fame.  Champions rose and fell, allies were made and betrayed.  Friendships formed and drama ensued, and the crowd continued to eat it all up.  As the AFWs roster of fighters continued to expand the need for a new venue soon arose.  Somewhere to accommodate a larger audience, but also more organized so the administrators could keep a closer eye on the often nefarious goings on of their competitors.  Thus the new and improved AFW dome was built.  Bigger and better than ever, the AFW was ready to usher in a new age.

Or welcome an old one....

In the the parking lot outside the AFW dome, which was packed to capacity as always, three motorcycles came pulling in.  Two of them were Suzuki SV650s, one being the colour red, the other bright blue.  Two women clad in tight form fitting leather rode them, each woman's outfit matching the colour of the bike they were riding.  both wore sleek helmets that concealed their faces.  They were following at the flanks of the bike ahead of them.  This bike was a Harley, and it carried two women.  The one driving was dressed in a black leather jacket, tight studded jeans and fingerless gloves.  The other, smaller woman was clinging tightly to the drivers waist just behind her.  Both wore black helmets concealing who they really were.

This strange group soon pulled up directly in front of the AFW dome, and when the leader popped the kick stand of her Harley, the two colour coded riders did the same.  Now all four women gazed at the shiny new architecture before them in silence.

The leader then presumably took a long inhale to the confusion of the other three.  "You smell that?"  the leader asked suddenly.

The two Suzuki riders looked at each other quizzically.  "No?"  the blue rider soon answered.

"All I smell is the inside of this helmet," the Harley passenger answered unhelpfully.

"It was a rhetorical fucking question.  Shut up," the leader snapped, and the other three soon fell silent.  Undeterred the leader went on.  "It's the smell of.......opportunity.  Ohoho, I haven't forgotten that smell."  The Harley rider chuckled lightly as she gazed beyond the visor of her helmet.

"This place was a gold mine back in the day," she went on.  "A slice of paradise.  That's what it was.  Beating bitches to within an inch of their lives and then get paid for it?  Ha!  I love capitalism."

"It's been a long time," passenger behind the leader pondered aloud.  "What if they don't want you back?"

"Or if they even remember you?" the blue rider put in.

At this question the leader chuckled once again.  "How could they forget little ole' me?  I'm a national treasure.  Besides, if by some miracle they have forgotten me, I'll be more than happy to remind them."  The leader gazed up at the new dome again, grinning beneath her helmet.  "Look at this place.  All shiny and new.  Looks like the AFW has gotten pretty soft in my absence.  If anything, it's for the good of the audience that I change that...."

"Also, we're broke," the red rider deadpanned, dropping a bombshell for her first words since arriving.

The leader's head dropped.  "Yes....Sha, thank you for that little reminder.  Really needed it."

"You know what what I'm excited for?"  the Harley passenger asked, and the leader turned her head to meet the eyes behind the helmet.  If the helmet wasn't on, she would have seen the girl's eyes twinkle at her next words.

"Fresh meat."

At those words the feeling of anticipation spread to all four women, for it was absolutely true.  In the time since their absence the AFW had no doubt been stocked with a fresh bevy of fighters, all of which they were eager to get their hands on.  To spread the name of terror once again and have the AFW tremble at their very name.  As smiles spread across all their faces, the leader would remove her helmet slowly.

Long red hair spilt forth from underneath.






Sarah Gatt opened her glistening eyes toward the AFW again, and gave a wicked grin like only she could.

It's good to be back....