Ninja Femme Exhibition

 

 

Chickfighter struts into the pit where Kabaka's kumite is about to take place... the ruler of Zombia having offered a prize of one million dollars to attract all the best fighters... and invited Chickfighter to make a publicity appearance... Molly wearing deep pink sliding pants and corset top... with black leather boots and gloves... waving to the audience...

The cheer going up... people having heard all about Chickfighter even in this far-off land... cell phones flashing as the populace take your picture... even as the exhibition bout is announced over the speakers...

Chickfighter blinks as her name is announced... "Chickfighter..." shaking her head... "But I didn't agree to an exhibition match..." spinning as a sexy green ninjette carrying a staff blocks the door... another in blue with a fan in each hand blocks the other doorway... as a third in gold drops in on the end of a line which turns out to be a shuriken-tipped lariot... "...vs Jade, Azura and Scorpienne!"

The portcullis behind each closing with a resounding clang... leaving you trapped in the arena as the three women circle... eyes narrowed... waiting for your first move... the one with the staff rushing forward... aiming a blow for your legs... sweeping with the staff...

Chickfighter hops over the sweeping staff... cartwheeling to one side... snapping out a kicking leg while upside down... aiming her boot at the face of the woman in green... before she spins away to her feet before the blue one with the fans... "You must be Azura..." aiming an open palm strike at her chest...

The green ninjette reeling back from the kick to the face... the one in blue faster... flipping her fans out like a shield... your hand clanging against steel... before the fans are flicked out... the sharp edges aimed for your torso...

Chickfighter sucks in her gut... but twin cuts appear on her bare midsection as she stumbles backwards... back flipping into a inverted drop kick at the woman in gold whom she feels closing behind her... driving her boots out at chest height...

The heels slamming into the woman in gold... even as you feel something looping about your ankles... the lariat... pulling tight as the ninjette yanks on it... even as she herself falls back...

Chickfighter feels her legs yanked forwards... keeping her horizontal in the air... hitting the ground prone with a grunt and rolling... trying to unwrap her ankles... and avoid the flicking blue fans... rolling over and over toward the legs of the ninjette femme in green...

The ninjette in green seeming to smirk under her mask as she jabs the staff three times at your ribs... quick as a snake... then aiming one at your temple... even as the one in blue slices at you...

Chickfighter is brought to a vicious stop by the thrusts of Jade's staff... the first halting her roll... the second driving the air out of her... the third seemingly impaling her through the bellybutton... and pinning her on her back... gloved hands flying to the staff before it can be driven all the through her... flair kicking her legs... as Azura's fans slash her stretch pants to ribbons...

The stretch pants coming off in bits... only leaving a couple of cuts on your thighs... as if Azura is playing to the crowd... aiming to reveal as much as possible... even as Jade continues to pin you with the staff... and Scorpienne aims the lariat for your throat...

Chickfighter shakes a curtain of blond bob from her eyes... noting her kick must have ripped open the lacing on Scorpienne's costume... the gold ninjette’s protruding orbs jiggling tightly as she unleashes her lariat... Chicky choking as Azura slashes at her top... which falls open... even as her struggling hands try to yank the Jade's staff into the path of the Azura's fans...

The bid successful... as the fans chop into the staff... leaving Azura weaponless... as Jade tries to shake the fans free of her staff... the ninjette in yellow tugging... attempting to drag you across the arena and away from the other two...

Chickfighter gurks as she is dragged... perks breasts dancing wildly about... but does not give up her grip of the staff... instead fighting with Jade to bring the fan blades to bear on the lariat cord by which she is being dragged...

The tug of war developing... the lariat tightening mercilessly... before you wrest control and cut it in two... leaving the loop still strangling you... even as the three move to attack bare-handed...

Chickfighter backward somersaults and pops to her feet... wearing only boots and gloves... and a healthy sheen of sweat... spinning the dangerous staff with two embedded fans in her gloved hands... using it to meet the attack... like a double bladed weapon... going on the offensive against the trio of vicious ninjettes...

The ninjettes expertly dodging the blades... although their costumes aren't quite so lucky... the lacing being sliced clean away... even as they attempt to block the staff without losing a hand to the flashing blades... the improvised weapon giving you some breathing space...

Chickfighter uses that breathing space to loosen the lariat loop... gasping as she can finally breath again... running into the midst of the three ninjettes... seemingly missing completely with the bladed staff... intentionally it appears as she plants one end in the ground... spinning around it... putting the glistening pout between churning legs on full display... kicking at each masked face in turn...

The spinning kicks doing their work... sending the ninjettes reeling backward... each kick striking home with deadly force... the warrior women staggering... then stumbling... finally collapsing one by one... out for the count... their bare boobs oscillating wildly… as the crowd cheers in approval...

Chickfighter can't help but pose defiantly for a second... skin shimmering... panting for air... drinking in the roar of the crowd... raising the bladed staff in her gloved right hand... pointing it at Kabaka... until his leering eyes remind her of her nakedness... and her cheeks redden... dropping the staff and trying to cover herself with her hands as she runs for the exit...

The portcullis rising... as you debate whether to impose on Kabaka's dubious hospitality for some clothing... or to cut your losses and head to the airport naked... before he decides to include you in any more exhibitions...

(November 2008)