This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, and twists and turns of involvement with the Asian Sexfight Championship will be found by reading the entire series.
Thanks to my lifetime gold pass (see Ch 1) I was strolling around the Mercure Convention Centre, Ancol, in Jakarta; it's only international resort hotel in my cargo pants and T-shirt. I didn't really fit in as the rest of the attendees gathered there to watch the All Asian Sexfight Championship were rich Asians.
They had money, power, and sexual magnetism. I had none of them, but I could look and dream. I stepped aside as Hong Kong Gangster types with their multiple girls; as thick, gold chained successful nouveau rich Chinese businessmen flaunted their wealth not worrying that it was gained at the expense of the peasant masses, their plain peasant wives from the time before they were rich following behind hoping to stop their husbands from finding a young gold-digger; as sleazy looking Thais with their thin high cheeked slutty wives or uniformed generals with aviator sunglasses and younger uniformed "girlfriends"; or trendily dressed Vietnamese men and their dressed to kill female company; or Filipino middle-aged men with their scantily clad, bargirl girlfriends; or sophisticated European dressed Singaporeans and Taiwanese parade their thirty-year younger wives; and Koreans with their surgery enhanced partners trying to outdo the other wives; or black-suited Japanese corporate types and their clones the Yakuza members all monopolized the lobby. They were all there today, looking forward to the ten days of contests.
A field of 32 meant 30 knockout matches to watch before the grand final and I was looking forward to the first elimination round of 16 contests. With the first eight seeds matched against the lowest-ranked, these would mostly be one-sided contests, though sometimes a quick-rising, in-form newcomer pulled a surprise against an overconfident seed. However, the other eight contests often produced close hard-fought round one matches. I had read the draw and circled one first-round match as a do not miss no matter what. A match made in heaven, and one I was going to watch from the first row of the auditorium, up close to the action.
It was a Hue sexfight between the two youngest Japanese in the rankings. To me, it looked suspiciously like a rigged draw. Two closely-ranked competitors: one seed 11, the other seed 17, a bitter rivalry between the two both for the number 1 ranking in Japan and for personal reasons from incidents in past clashes between the two. Furthermore, both had the same contest, the Hue sexfight, as their preferred number one choice. There was no need to compare the contestant's list of desired contests till a match was made when the event that was highest in both lists matched. It would be a promoter's dream to have this clash and a Hue sexfight as the first event. Tell me it was a random draw. Yes, can I sell you the Sydney harbour bridge as well?
The Hue sexfight got its name from the one area in Vietnam where the women were prepared to use force in their sexfight. It was a rarity in Vietnam as most women valued their looks too much to catfight and as well they preferred to humiliate the other woman by proving that they were the better woman in a test of sexual skills. In stripped-down terms (pun intended) it meant you could physically control your opponent, say with a schoolgirl pin or Filipina control hold, and go to work on their tits or cunt to make them cum. Basically, you could restrict your opponent's movements and arouse her at the same time. Real wrestling moves that inflicted pain or caused damage such as a close line or knee drop would result in a disqualification, but the Japanese had been chipping away at the boundaries for a few years and it was a different Hue sexfight compared to a few years ago.
But these two Japanese relished facing each other in a Hue sexfight: a sort of halfway house which combined elements of martial combat with sexual arousing. Both contests were nineteen and physically they were the 2 different Japanese body types, and both had wanted the longest match possible: a first to three orgasms, meaning at least three but up to five orgasms in total would have been drawn for a victory to occur.
Nozomi Kimura was long-bodied, short-legged, 5 ft 2, fleshy at 120 pounds and measured 33C 27 37. Expelled from three schools for fighting and bullying, the heavily tattooed seed 11 was a shop assistant at a Sex Aid shop. Her parents worked on the assembly line at a subsidiary of one of the Big 10 Japanese conglomerates, Mitsubishi UFJ Financial Group, Inc, enjoying their mass group factory 1 week, 6 countries annual tour. Round-faced and long-haired, most of Nozomi's sponsorship salary went on cosmetics and clothes. The sex toys she got for free. She was sponsored by Mitsukoshi, Japan's largest retail chain who owned at arm's length the shop she worked in.
Mizuho Nisimura was the opposite. Tall and lean at 5ft 6 31B 21 31, the seed 17 was the daughter of a wealthy company director. She was an honours science student at Tokyo University and was sponsored by several Japanese government bodies associated with trade and research. In her spare time, she was a prolific JAV performer preferring to be videoed in gang bangs or rough sex. Unfortunately for her, her face was covered by old acne scars; otherwise, I would have rated her highly as a Japanese beauty, not being taken by the chubby, wide-eyed, small girl look of Mizuho.
But it was not just their social background that gave fuel to the contest: The two were not just rivals for the no 1 Japanese ranking along with the 41-year-old ex-Toyota factory worker, Saomi Aiwaza, and the former top-ten 32-year-old, Miyu Watase, but bitter enemies. At present Mizuho led four to three in their closely fought contests, but the shop assistant had won the last 2, and both had agreed to extend their personal victory rites for all future contests to 1 week. They had already been separated that evening in a dressing room cat fight and threatened with disqualification for the night's event if their off-contest animosity did not stop. Did I mention rigged draw?
They stood facing each other in those string micro bikinis only the Japanese make on the stage in front of a packed audience. Mizuho's outfit was a lurid pink one-inch square nipple covering and one by seven-inch cunt covering. Nozomi's lime green one had one-inch square nipple covers with a one-by-four cunt covering. A look through my binoculars showed Mizuho's face had a cut swollen lip while Nozomi's ballooning, tattooed tits had new scratch marks on them. Both were a result of the dressing room scuffle.
