To sign up for a fight you have two options. You either request a fight with someone or accept a request. Technically my previous fight had been an anomaly. Ghost pulled a few strings to make the fight as popular as it was, and with someone so popular.
Usually a newbie like myself would have to work very hard to get to where I was today. Orange uniform and support still coming.
This also meant that people wanted to hop onto my newfound fame. As I've only had one fight, I don't have many loyal followers. The second I lose a fight, I lose it all. If I win a fight that's too easy then I also lose my fame.
This means my next fight is crucial. I only have three weeks to get as high of a ranking as possible before school starts again. That's where Rio comes in. Since I joined he has graduated to a pink and Ryland a green. He plans on staying this rank to secure a higher position.
With his time freed up, we spend our time looking over my requests.
Most of them are useless, but there are a few extremely influential fighters too. One that catches my eye is Punisher. I never watched his match, which was stupid now that I think of it, but it's well known that he is the next qualified for the Black uniform.
Fighting him would be suicide. If I won then I might become the second most powerful in the school. A yellow uniform equaling that of a purple. Sadly the chance of a win like that was slim to none. If I lost then my reputation would suffer far worse than a loss from someone like Tarzan. I'd look desperate, trying to fit in with the strong kids, and that my previous fight was a flunk.
So Punisher was rejected. The one I chose was a girl named Femme Fatale. She was a strong fighter who made it to the pink rank before falling to the white. Now she wanted to regain her status and was using the rising star Whitey to achieve that.
She and I were both known as "sexual sadists", meaning we riled up our crowd with lewd remarks or acts. In my case this was completely random and I had no idea why I was marked as sexual or a sadist.
Our fight would begin in an hour. I was stretching in my room when a knock was at the door. At first I barely recognized the man with all the bandages covering his face. At a second glance I realized it was Tarzan. I opened the door wider, preparing for an attack, but my bloodlust was quelled when he pushed his way in and sat on Ryland's bed.
"I need you to trash your opponent," he said, "Femme is a good fighter, but I know a way you can beat her. She-" Crack.
I wasn't allowed to hurt Tarzan since he was a white uniform now, but I could scare him. My foot made contact with his chest as I pushed him onto the bed and leaned right over him. Staring at his eyes, I noticed they were red. From a lack of sleep.
"I'm obviously going to win the fight. The real question is why you came all this way to tell me that."
Tarzan was an esteemed fighter. Within a minute he had collected his nerves and began answering.
"Getting bested by a newbie right after my previous loss is making me look like I'm on a losing streak. I can't end the three weeks with people thinking I can be pushed over, so I need you to look strong. I have information about her that can guarantee you a win."
"Where did you get it from, ya dumb fuck. Your stupid ass couldn't learn the date without a neon sign pointing at a calendar."
He gritted his teeth and spoke again.
"I know a guy. He's an information broker's kid so he's got a lotta dirt on the scumbags. If you do the bastard a favor he may or may not give you the information you want. His name is Laurent. You can't see his face 'cause he's always got a mask and you can only earn information during these three weeks."
Laurent. I made sure to remember the name in case I needed it later. Maybe to figure out who the fuck Ghost was.
"Don't need your shitty information to win. Get out of my sight before I use you as warm up."
"Fucking ass, you will regret coming to this school if you even think of losing. Hell, I will hunt your sorry ass and crucify you if you mess up just a bit, bastard."
Once again I was being groped by these phantom hands. Orange paint slathered from head to toe, I was relishing in the screams and cries of my name.
"WHITEY! WHITEY! WHITEY!"
This time there were a good amount of cheers. Not from haters, but rather people who witnessed my fight and believed I could make it big. Hell yeah I could make it big.
I had finished my paint job first, which meant it was my job to entertain the people. It's fucking strange having the attention on you. I'm not a natural people's person, unlike Tarzan, nor was I famous enough for my face to suffice, like another bastard at this school.
Grabbing a jar of paint from some unsuspecting hands, I tossed it up into the air. The paint was thicker than I expected, falling down on the arena instead of the crowd like I had hoped, but it got people cheering.
The female audience was much larger this time. Support for Femme Fatale most likely.
Soon she finished as well, triggering the announcer's call.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND ALL YOU NASTY FUCKERS IN BETWEEN...WE HAVE ANOTHER MATCH BEING WELL TALKED ABOUT! WE ALL SAW WHITEY'S TERRIFYING DEBUT A COUPLE DAYS AGO, AND NOBODY WILL FORGET THE LOVELY FEMME FATALE'S EPIC CRASH FROM HER MATCH."
Whoever the announcer was, they knew exactly what to say and do to make the crowd like them. It was apparent seeing as the screams were terribly loud to make themselves heard over the voice.
"FIRST UP, WE HAVE THE DAAANGEROUS, THE SEXYYY, THE LITERAL SADIST... COME ON, WE ALL KNOW WHAT WE SAW... WHITEYYYYYY!"
I pumped my fist into the air.
"NOW WE HAVE OUR KINKY LITTLE FEMENIST, PRINCESS OF PUNCHES, A SADIST WORTHY OF OUR VERY OWN CHOKEY BOY... FEMME FATALEEEE!"
"WE'RE GOING TO START THIS FIGHT IN FIVE..."
I leaned forward.
Eyes focused on her face, imagining how it would look crushed under my fist.
I could tell I was hard.
I could hear my heartbeat quickening in my ears.
I charged first and body slammed her away. Slipping behind me, I felt two strong hands yanking at my hair and pulling my head back. I tried to reach behind me to grab at her, but she remained elusive.
Finally I was dropped to the ground and she stood over my fallen body, ready to pounce. One leg hooking around hers, I forced her down with me. It was an exchange of blows. One of mine hit her left eye and she scratched the side of my face.
"WITH ALL OF WHITEY'S FIGHTS WE GET THE ACTION DELIEVERED FAST! IT'S BEEN FIVE MINUTES AND WE'RE ALREADY SEEING THEM BOTH ON THE GROUND! I CAN'T TELL WHO THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT WILL BE YET!"
When I could tell she was firmly latched onto my hips, I brought them up fast and watched her get bucked off. This time I wouldn't let us have an equal footing. I stood over her and stepped on her hand. It cracked beneath me as she let out a scream.
Leaning forward, I grabbed her by the bra strap and flung her over my shoulder. Suddenly I dropped to the ground, pinning all my weight on her body.
"OH OH OHHHH! IS THAT A POORLY EXECUTIONED BODY SLAM I SEE?! WE SEE WHITEY GAINING A TREMENDOUS LEAD FROM THIS ONE, I DON'T THINK FEMME COULD EVER ACTUALLY RECOVER!"
But she did. She was a good fighter, above average, and a blow like that was painful but not deadly.
It was fast. She brought one leg that was situated between my feet directly up, hitting my no-no zone.
It burned, it pained. It was death all rolled into one little kick.
I cried for the loss of my future children. For inability to piss.
"OHHHHHHH! I LIKE TO CALL THAT MOVE KARMA! LET'S ALL HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE TO HIS INABILITY TO GET SOME ASS FOR A FEW WEEKS. OR MAYBE HE LIKES IT IN THE ASS? HAHAHAHAHA, I DON'T JUDGE!"
And the cheers stopped. These people had decency. I almost expected Femme to climb on top of me, but she had been knocked out cold.
A brief moment later I stood up and left the room on shaky legs. I was awarded my yellow uniform and sent to the infirmary.
After my dick had been checked out and I was sent back to my room, I opened the giant box of shit.
There were more gifts this time, many more found normally by females. I had bras, underwear, skirts, a fucking maid outfit. No thanks. Got candy that was thrown away, especially the ones wrapped in underwear.
I got board games and coloring books and strangest of all... fuzzy handcuffs.
They were given to me by Ghost, which made sense, and came with a letter. I was scared of contracting std's from them, so I wrapped my hands in Ryland's shorts.
For my beautiful and gorgeous Whitey. It made me so angry watching you put your hands on that woman's chest when you have mine all to yourself whenever you want. The only good thing about this fight was that our hair colors are similar so I could pretend that was my hand you were stepping on. And I also noticed you got hard, were you thinking of me? I would know because that's my favorite area of yours. I love all of you, but your dick in particular. I want it ramming in me all the time. Then you can choke me because we will be lovers. I am also very annoyed that she got to hitting you in your precious dick. She should know that particular area belongs to me. I know you didn't mean for the witch to touch it, so I'll let it go this time. Anyway, I had a dream yesterday about you and I. We were on our honeymoon and-
I flushed the note down the toilet before I could continue reading the rest of that. The handcuffs were trickier to dispose of so I left them in the corner. I always wondered what this man's problem was. I never could tell if he was bullshitting me or actually this crazy.
Either way, fuck my life.