This story contains graphic details of mutual combat, D/s relationships and humiliation between college age girls, if that is a subject you aren't into or find offensive, please don't read!
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*St May's Fight Club*
My heart was beating out my chest as I got out my parked car, closed the door and gave a long cautious look at the off-campus gym where everything was about to go down.
I took long deep breaths to compose myself as I made the walk from the parking lot to the front door of the gym.
I was really about to do this. I was really about to take part in the infamous underground fight club at St. May's, an all girls catholic university in western Pennsylvania with a student enrollment of no more than 4,000.
In my entire life, I've only ever been in one fight, and it was one of the biggest adrenaline rushes I've ever experienced when I badly beat up a girl who was bullying my friend in high school. Despite being shorter than the girl, I managed to tackle her and wrestle her to the ground and land some good punches, causing her to beg for forgiveness. I made her apologize to my friend, and she never messed with anyone ever again, and eventually she turned into a decent person.
I wanted to relive that rush, that excitement, and this was the only way I knew how. I knew it was risky.
The fight club event had been going on at the school since the 1980s, and was a way for the strongest and toughest girls at the school to get clout and show off. It took place once a year at the beginning of the school year.
The rules were simple, it's an MMA style fighting event, protect yourself at all times, make your opponent tap out, or have the ref step in to stop it, and you win.
The girl who wins has two options for a reward. Either five-hundred dollars in cash from the girl she defeats, or the second option, the girl who loses has to serve the girl who wins for the rest of the academic year.
To me, it was a no brainer, I wanted the cash, and If I lost I would expect the same from the winner. The idea of making the girl you defeat have to be your personal maid was definitely odd to me, and something I didn't really consider.
Virtually all the girls who enter this competition have a background in athletics, and for me it was gymnastics. I knew going in I would be one of the shortest girls in there, at only 5'2. But I was confident in my abilities. I had been training for a couple months and had a strong lower body, especially my butt and legs, from all the years in gymnastics.
But still, I was only getting more nervous, and that anxious energy only got worse as I opened the door to the gym and walked in.
"Are you Victoria? You here for the competition?" An older woman asked, startling me.
"O-oh yes. That's me." I replied.
She checked me out then smiled at me.
"I'm glad you are here. I'm Katy, the owner of this gym. The event starts in thirty minutes. All the other competitors are already here getting ready. I'll show you to the locker room so you can change and prepare yourself. Are you excited?" She asked.
"Well... I'm nervous, to be honest." I say with an awkward laugh.
"That's completely normal. Just know that you are brave for actually showing up. Every year we get some no shows. Not this year, though! It should be a great slate of fights this year. Remember, this is in the name of competition! Have fun!" The older woman said as she led me to the locker room.
"Thank you." I say. Her little speech did nothing to ease my increasing nerves but I appreciate her for trying. She could probably sense how uneasy I was from my body language alone.
But it was too late to back out now. I had signed up months ago and there was only so many slots available. It would have been a bad look to back out last minute.
I entered into the locker room to the sound of small chatter. I was the last one to arrive and It felt like all the other girls were all staring at me as I walked in. It only made me way more nervous.
I walked right past one girl and I could of sworn she smirked at me as I passed her. She was so tall. I looked around the room briefly and it became increasingly obvious I was the tiniest girl in the room.
Some of these girls were big, like really big. Being only 5'2, I really stuck out. I really started to question what I was doing here. My confidence was evaporating before the event had even started.
I tried my best to calm myself down as I began to change into my fight gear. Small black gym shorts and a black tank top.
I began to stretch and do mental exercises to relax myself. I thought back to my one and only fight I had ever been in. I recalled how the girl I beat up was also taller than me, but yet I was still able to charge at her, and use my strong lower body to wrestle her to the ground and make her submit. It was clear that had to be my strategy to win against whoever I was put up against, seeing as all these girls were much bigger than me.
I got up and headed to the bathroom real quick as the noise from outside the locker room picked up. More and more people were coming in to watch the fights, which made me more nervous.
I noticed the same girl who smirked at me earlier was walking out the bathroom right as I was entering.
She gave me a rude look and without even thinking I just put my head down and looked at the ground to avoid conflict.
"Pussy." She said to me with a laugh as she walked past me, acting confident as could be.
I literally couldn't believe she said that to me. I kept walking and didn't respond in the slightest. I couldn't even if I wanted to. I was shook, and this girl in particular could seem to sense that. I wanted to disappear.
I walked out the bathroom right as Katy, the older woman who owned the gym, began a long speech about the rules.
She went over everything in detail. There would be three rounds that lasted two minutes each. She reminded us that we signed a contract to be here, and that we must all accept the outcome of the fights. She talked about the tradition of the event, and how it supposedly "builds character" and "new relationships", whatever that meant.
I looked around and none of the girls were really paying much attention to her long, drawn out speech.
Then I noticed the same girl who smirked at me and called me a "pussy" was staring at me with a sinister smile, basically taunting me.
It was like she was picking on me in particular, trying to intimidate me, and well, it was working. I looked away and kept my head down. Her outlandish confidence... scared me.
"ALRIGHT LADIES! LETS GO!" Katy finally yelled.
All the girls got up and followed her out the locker room. I trailed behind everyone with my head down. There was a large octagon surrounded by stands on each side. There looked to be about fifty or so people sitting there, waiting for some action.
Katy led all the fighters to the one empty section of the stands where we all sat.
I was the last one to sit down and gave a glancing look to all the other competitors real fast to gage their body language. Almost all of them looked prime and ready to fight, looking confident and intimidating in their own right. And then there was little 5'2 me. Sticking out like a sore thumb.
There was more people here than I anticipated. I was led to believe that this was some sort of underground event, yet these stands were packed. It suddenly dawned on me that I could get my ass whooped infront of alot of people. More negative thoughts. More nervousness. I was having a mini anxiety attack. I seriously considered just getting up and running out the gym to save myself from total humiliation.
But I stayed put. It was like I was frozen. Too timid and scared to even move.
Katy grabbed a microphone and began speaking to the crowd.
"Welcome everybody! Thank you for patiently waiting for the fighters to get ready! Now who is ready to see some action?" She announced. The crowd started to go wild.
"We have ten girls waiting to get it on, so get ready for five exciting fights this afternoon! Up first it's going to be Dani vs Karlie!" Katy announced. Suddenly, two girls sitting right behind me got up and walked into the octagon.
"Dani is a 5'9 senior who plays on the softball team and she has a 2-1 record at the fight club tournament!"
"Her opponent, Karlie, is a 5'10 freshman who plays on the field hockey team! This is her first fight at the tournament! Ladies, let's have a great fight!"
The referee then entered the octagon, checked both fighter's gloves, and went over the instructions.
The two girls then walked to their corners and had vicious looks on their faces, totally prepared for war.
"ROUND ONE! FIGHT" The referee announced.
Suddenly, the two girls charged at each other.
They exchanged sharp blows, fast punches and vicious leg kicks. It was clear they both had great fighting skills. I simply couldn't look away, it was unreal how powerful they looked.
The first round was very evenly matched, both girls landed great shots, and the round could go either way.
Round two started, they resumed trading vicious punches and kicks, and the crowd was so loud it started to hurt my ears.
Suddenly... BOOM!
A brutal right uppercut landed and one girl went down hard. The other girl jumped on her and pummeled her with punches, forcing the referee to step in and stop it! Just like that, it was over in a flash. The crowd erupted. I felt absolutely terrified.
"WHAT A FINISH! DANI FINISHES KARLIE! WOW! WE'RE OFF TO A GREAT START FOLKS!" Katy yells into the mic. It was so loud in here. You could just feel the energy in this place.
It took a couple minutes but eventually the girl who got knocked out was helped up and walked herself out the octagon in good spirits, although shaken up quite a bit.
Both girls who fought were led away to the back of the gym into an office with an employee of the gym.
"NEXT UP! WE HAVE MAYA FIGHTING MADDIE!"
Two more girls sitting behind me got up and walked down the stands. A sense of relief hit me that I didn't hear my name called.
I watched as a super tall black girl and a nervous looking blonde girl both entered the octagon.
"Maya is a 6'1 senior star on the basketball team, she is 3-0 in her fight club fights! Looking to finish her college career with a perfect record. She is fighting Maddie! a 5'7 freshman who plays on the soccer team. This is her first fight. Good luck!" Katy announced.
This looked like a mismatch to my untrained eyes, and Maddie the blonde girl sort of reminded me of myself. She was a bit shorter and looked a little nervous, sort of like me. I was secretly rooting for her to win.
