[CW: Threats of rape]
Author's Note: There are a couple of chapters here that are shorter or more plot driven, so I made this one three chapters instead of two. Hope you all still enjoy.
***
After a few minutes, Quinn called out the next match. "Clara and Dan, step up!"
Clara stood tall and proud at 5'10 and weighed just under 150 pounds. Her long, glossy, strawberry-blonde hair hung down her back. She wore it in a high ponytail instead of letting it hang loose. A sharp smirk and calculating emerald green eyes adorned her angular face. Clara's body was lean and firm; she was in the prime of her life and knew how to use her body to her advantage.
Clara was a woman of few words, her hardened exterior masking a deep and unwavering strength. She was determined to prove that she was as capable as any of the Kappa Omega men.
She wore a tight black bodysuit that outlined her body's contours and highlighted her toned midsection and arms. Black boots completed the ensemble, giving her a powerful and formidable aura. She was ready for battle.
Dan was a tall, athletic figure standing at 6 feet, 2 inches and weighing in at 198 pounds. His strong jawline and piercing blue eyes made him look intimidating, but at the same time, he had an approachable charisma. He was the guy you wanted to have a beer with but knew better than to anger. He had a competitive spirit that pushed him to be the best at whatever he was doing, and he never backed down from a challenge.
Dan wore a pair of red shorts with white stripes and a pair of white wrestling shoes, with a black tank top. He had a focused look in his eye and a determined stance as he waited for the whistle. He was eager to show Clara and the audience that he was the better wrestler and sex fighter.
Cassandra counseled Clara in her corner. "Dan is a wrestler, but hasn't studied any other martial arts. Stay off the floor with him until you have him weakened, and you'll be fine. You practiced how to attack wrestlers this past week. Just remember our practice." Clara nodded, focused on her opponent.
Quinn blew the whistle. "Fight!"
Clara walked out with Dan to face off against him in the ring, dropping into a low stance, arms chambered at her sides. She looked at Dan with a steely look, and let out a sharp battle shout. Dan looked at her in confusion. "What the hell is this Bruce Lee bullshit?" he said, laughing at her. Her expression didn't change. She simply waited.
Dan laughed again, "Alright, I'm here for a fucking fight. Let's go!"
He charged towards her with his arms and legs outstretched, his body arched forward, head lowered to scoop her legs and take her to the mat. Her response was swift and decisive. In one fluid motion, she twisted her hips and drove her knee up into his head with all the might of her powerful legs.
The sound of her knee colliding with his head was a thunderous crack that reverberated off the walls. Blood spurted from his nose in an arc as he dropped like a stone to the ground. His body lay unmoving, the sickening thud reverberating through the room. She unleashed her lightning fast reflexes and moved in for another attack, but quickly realized it was unnecessary -- he was already knocked out cold. An unnatural quiet descended upon the scene as she stepped back into a defensive stance, her breathing the only noise in the now still room.
Quinn stepped forward and checked on Dan, who did not wake immediately, and motioned for Clara to go to her corner. After making sure that he was still breathing and his pulse was ok, he called Steve and Kayla over to ringside.
"What is it?" Steve asked
"I'm stopping this fight," said Quinn calmly, but with a clear tone of authority in his voice. "Dan needs to see the doctor right away. I'm afraid he might have a concussion; that hit was brutal. Also, Kayla, I'm disqualifying Clara from the competition."
"What?!" Kayla cried out in surprise.
Quinn looked at Kayla "Look... the rule is no closed punches to the head, but there's also the rule about no intentional serious injuries. It's clear that the knee to the head was what she was aiming at against a wrestler, and that's a dangerous move. There are many other ways a Karate expert could have handled the situation with less chance of injury." Kayla grimaced, but nodded her understanding.
"What about Dan, then?" Steve asked. "If Clara is disqualified, then he technically won, but he's out of the competition."
Quinn nodded. "Kayla, I'm going to give you two choices. Either you can drop someone else from your team, or you can allow Steve to select one of his team to be reinstated when all the first round matches are complete."
"Can I talk it over with my team?"
"Sure." He went back to the center of the ring. "Dan wins this match by forfeit due to a rules violation. We'll take a ten-minute break for Kayla to discuss with her team and to get Dan medical attention."
Clara clenched her fists in anger and shock. Kayla saw this and quickly went over to her. "It's ok Clara," Kayla said, trying to calm her down. "I'll explain in a minute. You did great, you were so awesome."
Cassandra put her forehead to Clara's in a gesture of affection. "I know you're frustrated right now, but you did great." She reached down and grabbed Clara's hand, still clenched into a fist. "You were the real winner. Let's go talk it over with the team."
Clara closed her eyes and unclenched her fist. "Thanks, Cassandra."
***
Kayla finished explaining Quinn's ruling. "Clara was disqualified because Quinn decided the knee was an intentional attempt to cause injury." She gritted her teeth. "I don't like it, but we chose Quinn as a fair referee, so we will abide by his judgment, alright?"
Kayla wrapped her arm around Clara's shoulders and said reassuringly, "It's okay. Cassandra is right... you clearly won that fight. Everyone will remember you knocking Dan out in the first ten seconds." With a nod of agreement, the rest of the Gammas murmured their agreement. "You're the best, Clara," one said. Another exclaimed, "You're awesome!" A third added, "We've got this!"
"We have another choice to make," Kayla explained. "Since Dan technically won, but he can't continue due to the injury Clara inflicted upon him, we have to make up for it. We can either drop someone from our team, or we can allow them to pick someone to be reinstated after the first ten matches. Absolutely no judgment here... is there anyone that's uncomfortable, or who would rather not fight?"
All the Gamma Epsilon sisters looked at Kayla with a steely resolve.
"Yeah, I thought not. I love all of you. I'll let Quinn know."
After a few more minutes, Quinn crawled back up into the ring, and announced, "Olivia, Dylan, you're up!"
***
Olivia was a petite girl standing at 5'4", with milky skin and bright blue eyes. She had a reputation for being gentle and kindhearted, but also fiercely determined when it counted. Olivia had been a shy wallflower most of her high school, but in college she had pushed herself hard to become more outgoing; she wanted to find a place where she belonged.
So she took it one step at a time, first signing up for Tae Kwon Do classes, then forcing herself to pledge to a sorority. She learned as she pledged that many of the girls were feeling similar feelings of shyness, fear of failure, and lack of confidence. Olivia developed genuine friendships with these girls, and wanted to become someone that people who felt alone or afraid could come to.
Olivia had picked a black catsuit to show off her curves and figure, in particular her powerful legs. She picked it for two reasons: to intimidate her opponents, and to inspire confidence in herself; it made her feel like Catwoman. She also wore knee-high black leather boots and had pulled her long brown hair into a tight bun. She was ready to face her opponent and fight for her sisters.
Dylan stood at 5'8", with a scruffy and rugged look. His messy, chocolate-brown hair reached his soft, chocolate-brown eyes, and he wore studs in his ears and a tattoo on his left arm. He was a wild and daring individual with a unique sense of style and an appetite for risk.
Dylan eagerly stepped into the ring. He felt a rush of adrenaline course through his veins as he prepared to face off against Olivia. His mind was intensely focused as he prepared to make a statement in this high stakes match. He was wearing a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans that hugged his hips, and a tight black tank top that revealed just how defined his musculature was. He was confident that he was going to dominate the match.
Cassandra scoffed at Dylan. "Why did they invite all these people with no fighting training? Anyway, Dylan is mostly known for being in a rock and roll band. He might have some brawling experience, but otherwise nothing else... he's not trained for this."
Cassandra's gaze softened as she looked at Olivia, and her heart felt heavy with concern. Although the Gamma Epsilon sisters had been impressed by Olivia's athletic prowess when she'd breezed through the qualification tournament for their sisterhood, they had also learned that Olivia had never dated or experienced any sort of sexual intimacy.
Cassandra remembered the meeting she had had with Kayla in the Gamma living room. Kayla had gently questioned whether they should subject Olivia to a match like this. Olivia's loyalty to the sorority was not in any doubt, but Kayla didn't want this to be her sister's first sexual experience. However, Cassandra had talked Kayla down from her stance. She had had many conversations with Olivia about it, and Olivia was determined to compete. Cassandra made sure Olivia knew what she was getting into, and Olivia still did not waver. She wanted to help the Gammas win.
Now that the moment was here, though, Cassandra looked into Olivia's eyes and saw her anxiety, saw her body shaking. She placed her palm on Olivia's cheek in a comforting gesture. "Olivia. You can do this." She said with determination.
Olivia closed her eyes and steeled herself. "I can do this," Olivia growled, pushing past her terror, opening her eyes, focused, determined.
"Remember our practice sessions. Once you get the advantage, immobilize him with your legs, then focus on his cock. Pay attention to how he responds... how his moans change when you stroke him soft or hard, fast or slow. You don't have to do anything fancy. You've got this."
"Ok..." She turned to look Cassandra in the eyes, her look softening. "Cassandra, thank you so much for speaking up for me last week."
Cassandra turned to Olivia in shock. "You knew?"
Olivia nodded. "I overheard it. I... Kayla wants what's best for us, I know that, but you were right. I will win. We will win."
"Olivia, you're the greatest." She hugged Olivia tight. "Go wreck him!"
Quinn blew the whistle to start the match. Dylan strutted his way out of his corner, looking cocky and menacing, while Olivia cautiously stepped out from her corner in a guarded stance. Dylan grabbed his crotch, stuck out his tongue, and roared out, "You ready for some of this?"
