The Asian Dungeon

Artemisia: I sit in my locker room calmly. Eyes closed. In a sitting meditation. Observing my breath. In a black, expensive sports bra and a black, skin tight shorts. Taking a deep breath in. The internal voice speaking. "Come on Artemisia! You can do this!" I open my eyes and walk upto the mirror. A look of cold determination in my eyes. My palms are wrapped in white wrapper clothes. Takes a few sips of energy drink. My hair is neatly braided. Just one single, strong column of braid, falling on the back of my sports bra.

Chi_Kurа: I go into the women's locker room while no one is there and I crept up behind you. "Boo!" I slapped you on the shoulder.

Artemisia: Suddenly I feel a slap on the shoulder. Little surprised, I turn around. "It's the ladies' locker room!" I exclaim.

Chi_Kurа: I'm laughing at your exclamation. "I know, but there's no one here." I look around and look at you again. "I just love breaking the rules!" I look you up and down, reach out to you and run my finger over your abs. "What a pity that this tummy will have to be beaten today! How about we go to the bar after the fight and have a drink. Booze counts as a loser!"

Artemisia: "Huh!" I ignore you. Walking away as you caress with the fingers. My hips swaying as I move. "Maybe you should order that with the gym's address. Because I'm not planning to move your broken body after I'm done with you."

Chi_Kurа: "Ha ha! Let's see!" I walk away from you, turn my back on you and walk out of the women's locker room. "I'll be waiting for you in the ring." I answered before going out the door. I walk down the corridor and go out into a small hall with a ring. The hall is empty, there is no one. I walk up to the ring, climb on the apron and climb over the ropes. I stand in my corner, resting my back against the corner beam.

Artemisia: I close my eyes once again after you leave. Pumping confidence through some mental chanting. Takes a few short jumps to get the blood flowing. A few sips of energy drinks, wiping the lips with the right upper arm. A strong look into myself through the mirror as I raise the right arm, caressing the neat braid on the back. I know that it can be taken advantage of during a no-rules, no-disqualification match, but as the imaginary container of my ego and pride, I keep it.

Chi_Kurа: I'm standing in the ring with my elbows on the corner ropes. I start warming up and doing gymnastic exercises, stretching my arms and legs. I do a leg stretch like a ballerina, putting my foot on the top ropes. After that, I hung with my knees on the upper ropes and begin to stretch my abs, putting my hands behind my head.

Artemisia: I walk down the aisle, then turn. Seeing you warming up on the ring. I ignore you and focus on my gameplan. Steadying the nerves, keeping my breathing normal. I use the right palm to raise the upper rope, then slide my torso between upper and middle ropes, getting into the ring. With a quick, tight glance at you, I walk towards my corner.

Chi_Kurа: I saw that you had come. I climbed down from the top ropes to my feet. I see the way you looked at me. I blew you a kiss, and then I clutched my stomach bent over, showing you how you would look after I hit you. "I hope you're ready to kick your ass."

Artemisia: My jaws immediately tighten as you blow the kiss. My eyeballs dilate. As you mockingly pose, my eyes throw daggers, before I angrily look away, without spending any word. My breathing becomes fast, as I feel a single stream of sweat running along the side-neck. Feeling the emptiness of the space around me.

Chi_Kurа: I'm looking at your reaction, at my teasing of you. I walk up to the center of the ring and continue to tease you, looking into your eyes. "Who's red as a tomato here! Look, otherwise someone will confuse you with a tomato and make ketchup out of you!"

Artemisia: "That was stupid." I retort in an angered voice as I walk upto the middle of the ring. Ready. Alert.

Chi_Kurа: I get into a fighting stance and put my fists out. I move back and forth, making false punches towards the head and body, checking your reaction. "Not bad for a tomato!"

Artemisia: My eyebrows tensed in disapproval of your actions, I put my fists below my chin. Forearms guarding the torso. Left foot on the front. Angling my body not to give you a clear target. I shuffle in quick feet, dealing with the false punches. Maintaining a distance.

Chi_Kurа: We continue to circle in front of each other. I keep making false punches, distracting you. This time, I lunge and feint at your face, forcing you to open your body. And I hit you twice in the stomach with my fists and quickly jump back two steps.

Artemisia: As I observe you plunging forward with a thrust aimed for my head, reflex action pushes my arms up in defense, leaving my exposed belly open. When your first doesn't meet my forearms, I realised my mistake. But by then it was too late. A strong fist buries itself into the toned navel. "Aaaaaaahh!" My scream breaks the heavy silence and started echoing in the emptiness. I immediately shuffle back, as you put forward to add on the damage, my backward momentum takes the magnitude off to some extent. However, the pain showed on my face, coupled with anger.

Chi_Kurа: I was watching your face at the moment of impact. It was nice to see the positive result of my actions. You staggered back. So that I don't get you. But I take a step forward, getting closer to you, and I kick you in the lower part of your stomach with my heel.

Artemisia: I hunch down, anticipating the assualt to the already battered region and take the kick over my forearms. The momentum shoves me backwards. But I hold my ground and swing my leg horizontally, aiming for your shin in an attempt to disbalance you.

Chi_Kurа: I managed to kick you with my heel, but it hit your block. You took advantage of my confusion from an unsuccessful blow and stabbed me in the shin, which caused me to turn my back to you so as not to fall.

Artemisia: I take a split second to decide how to take advantage of the situation. Then bring my right arm backward over the left shoulder, and unleash my right elbow onto your back, meeting just beside your spine. Thud!

Chi_Kurа: You hit me on the back with your elbow, which sent me staggering forward and pressed my chest against the ropes. I'm turning to face you to get out of a vulnerable position.

Artemisia: I hold myself back, breathing fast, reloading my stamina, with a grin on my face, staring right into your eyes. "Scared?" I mock.

Chi_Kurа: I come up to you, grab your wrists with my hands, preventing you from waving. And I knee you in the stomach. "No, I'm not afraid! It was just a tactical retreat!"

Artemisia: As you grab the wrists, I realise that I cannot overpower you in muscle power. Desperate to create a distance, I raise my own knee. Too slow! As your knee fly past mine fast, burying itself into my belly, extracting a mortal scream. "Aaaaaarrrrrggghh!" I fall onto my knees, with my wrists still held, as I attempt to absorb the damage.

Chi_Kurа: I pick you up by your wrists and push you towards the ropes. I manage to pin you back against them. I let go of your hands and stand on your side, after which I turn around and hit your breasts with my forearm.

Artemisia: This is not how I planned! I speak mentally in frustration, as you pull me up by the wrists and push back till my semi-exposed back is on the ropes. My wrists are relaxed while I take deep breaths. Wondering if you paused the fight. But letting my guards down backfired emphatically as you turn and crash your forearms over the sports bra! "Aaaahhh!" I throw daggers with my eyes for the dirty play.

Chi_Kurа: I laugh at your look, then turn you around by the shoulder with your back to me. I roughly grab your groin with one hand and your neck with the other and lift you onto my shoulders, accepting the torture with a rack. I'm walking with you from the ropes to the center of the ring.

Artemisia: A cold tingling runs down my spine as you go into offense, turning me around by the shoulders. Before I could understand, I felt a strong grip on my neck, and a shameless grab onto the groin over my tight shorts. In seconds, I'm held above, the humiliation hits my mind like a bolt. As I'm carried towards the middle of the ring.

Chi_Kurа: I keep holding you on my shoulders. Since one of my hands is holding your groin, it is not difficult for it to reach your defenseless and arched belly. My fingers are feeling the skin again, like in the locker room. But immediately my fingers dig into the skin of your stomach and begin to scratch it.

Artemisia: I started getting desperate over your shoulder as your fingers dig deep into my soft, toned, exposed belly, imposing pain intensionally, as my face reflects the torture.

Chi_Kurа: I keep scratching your belly for another half minute, after which my fingers release your belly skin and I throw you off my shoulders to the ground. Then I turn sideways and fall on you, aiming my elbow at your stomach.

Artemisia: Blinded with pain, I crash onto the floor. My face almost distorted as I struggle. Almost unaware about what's befalling me. While your entire weight, focused on the edge of the elbow, crashes into the hurt stomach, effectively ending my resistance, as I let out a scream that'd have made any audience concerned, except there is none.

Chi_Kurа: I roll over on all fours and crawl up to you, I grab your sports bra and tore it up, which makes your breasts fall out. "For that, it will be easier for you to breathe now!" I'm trying to sit on your chest, with my back to you.

Artemisia: To my absolute horror, I observe you approaching on all fours, my tired eyes could do nothing as it watches two manly palms grabbing my sports bra. Immediately, the heavy air around the ring is filled with the sound of tearing clothes, as you take my dignity. The utter humiliation filled my heart with fear, shame, and disgust. As you authoritatively sit on my chest. Your massive back towards me. I sigh in helplessness.

Chi_Kurа: I'm sitting on your chest and looking at your stomach. Now I run my palm over it, gently stroking the skin with my fingers.

Artemisia: "Aaaaah... Aaah!" I exclaim in astonishment. "What is this vulgarity? This is supposed to be just a game!"

Chi_Kurа: "It's a dirty trick, nothing more! Give up or I'll have to do even more to you!" I'm scratching your belly with my fingers again.

Artemisia: "You're a sick, sick bastard!" I remark as I turn my head and painfully notice the torn sports bra lying uselessly on the floor. Quite a symbolism of the outcome.

Chi_Kurа: I stop scratching and hit your stomach with my fists three times. "Give up!" I'm hitting your underbelly with a quarter punch, after saying that.

Artemisia: "Aaaah!.. Aaaah!.. Uuuhh!.." It gets clear that no miraculous comeback is possible from this pathetic state. I draw a long breathe, exhales. Then taps the floor. Once, twice, and after a painful pause, thrice.

Chi_Kurа: I can hear you tapping on the floor. I have to stop hitting you and I get off your chest. I catch my breath after the blows and look at you. "I told you in the locker room!"

Artemisia: I lay on the ground, bare in the torso, my chest rising and falling as my lungs get their fill. Exhausted. Defeated. As you stand over my fallen body.