The Fledgling


Nia had done it she had avoided becoming a statistic; no bad boyfriend, no
babies, no baggage. She wanted to come to the big city (Houston) to fulfill
her dreams her fist week she landed a job at a gas station then six months
later she got a position as a cashier at the new HEB being built across
Westheimer. She signed up for HEB's supplemental scholarship program and
was to start U of H in the fall majoring in Elementary Education.

Everything was on track and she could ask for no more, she saved up a few
thousand bucks in a Money Market account since coming to Houston. Then it
happened she got a call from back home, Big Mama (her grandmother on her
mom's side) was sick and needed heart surgery. Big Mama's insurance only
covered a portion and everybody else in the family was to kick in what they
could. Big Mama was her heart, when Nia's mama was not able, her
grandmother stepped in and raised her, encouraging her to get as much
education as possible. Big Mama even gave her $500. to get her started in
Houston, she owed her everything. Nia's first inclination was to hop on the
first Greyhound to Jasper were home was but Big Mama knew her like a book
and called her demanding that she stay and follow her dreams. Nia knew that
when she succeeded so did Big Mama, so with eyes full of tears and a heart
filled with sorrow she resigned herself to "staying put". On the other hand
Nia sent $2500. To help defray the cost of Big Mama's surgery setting back
her plans for starting classes in the fall.

G-Man and the members of The Battle Clan had successfully merged their
peculiar brand of perversion with philanthropic endeavors so as to buffer
their guilt for having young women batter each other into submission or
into unconsciousness. One such endeavor was Loki's Bodyrock Scholarship and
tournaments (named after it's first recipient Bonita Bodyrock) for High
School and College students.

Nia was not one to listen to gossip or legend she was the most skeptical
and unsuperstitious country girl you would every meet. Yet some how
desperation causes the most practical among us to give audience to rumor.
Word was that there was something more than illegal auto and bike racing
occurring on the Westhiemer strip after hours. Some sort of female "Fight
Club" was born and that one could get paid. One day while working the
Customer Service booth with Carol one of the young assistant supervisors
she worked up enough nerve to inquire.

"Carol can I ask you something?"

"Sure girl anything what is it?"

"Well I heard, I mean well do you ahh".

"Spit it out Little Bit"

"OK here goes, I heard there was some kind of secret girls fight club and
that you were a part of it " Nia winced as if she expected to be smacked by
Carol.

"Little Bit, if something like that were true what would be your interest?"

"You know my situation with school and Big Mama right?"

"Yes you told me" Carol had taken Nia under her wing from the very first
and they were like sisters hence they shared everything, well there were
very few secrets between them.

"Well I was thinking if something like that did exist and people were
getting paid for matches like I heard then I could raise enough money to
pay for my first semester". "I know I could do it I'm real strong and I
used to beat up all the boys back home when they tried to get fresh with me
that is". They both chuckled a bit then Carol got serious.

"Nia you are like a little sister to me and if anything ever happened to
you I would feel awful"

"I feel the same way girl but you don't have to worry about me I'm tough
real tough besides nothing is more important to me than my education". "So
is what I head true?"

"Maybe, we will talk more tomorrow" The conversation ended there Nia knew
better that to press the issue, she would wait for Carols reply.


The next day Carol asked Nia to stay late for some over time, stocking and
doing inventory. As they were putting up cold cereal Carol just started to
speak and Nia just listened;


"It's called "The Battle Clan an organization that holds various forms of
combat matches and tournaments between women and women only no men no mixed
matches". "The fight ranges from wrestling to boxing to Karate and
everything in between and combined" "The women are no younger than 18 and
no older than 50, there are weight classes and girls are matched according
to experience as well". We are paid $200 cash for each fight and a bonus
for winning, there is more money in tourneys than in single matches if you
are a champion you get paid no less than $500 per match and $1000 to $2000
for defending your title".


"Didn't you use to be a champion, opps! I'm sorry" Nia said placing her
hand over her mouth indicating that she spoke out of turn.

"It's OK girl I was the Shopkeepers Champ for a few years before Lynette
beat me" Carol smiled because it was evident that the little girl had down
her homework so she only had to divide myth from truth.

"She probably got lucky I seen her down at the bookstore she ain't all
that, humm1 she probably can't beat me!"

"Really?"

"Oh I did not mean"

"I know what you meant," Carol said chuckling to her self. "Anyway I will
introduce you as my protégé', now look Nia I know you know how to scrap but
it's more than that these girls are pro so I will teach you some techniques
then we will get you started fighting started making money" The young one
smiled when she heard that part.


The training started the very next evening after work Carol took Nia to a
local Ju Jitstu Dojo Carol was Carol and the instructor were amazed at the
speed with which Nia learned because of being a quick study and being in
remarkable shape they deemed ready for her first fight. They entered her in
the Bodyrock Scholarship Tournaments and she was amped. The tourney was to
take place in the abandoned HEB building where Lynette and Dawnique first
fought only this time it was sanctioned there were mats, refs., and medical
staff, even a few members of "The Battle Clan" to check out the new talent.

Deacon saw Carol and Nia together awaiting the announcement of the first
bout and asked Carol, "Who's the fledgling?"

"This is Nia, Nia this is Deacon the Instigator"

"Hello Nia I'm pleased to meet you" he said reaching for her hand.

"Hi" Nia said smiling, then suddenly she pulled her hand back and gave a
eeww I smelled something scrunched up face; "aren't you that girl Lynettes'
manager?! Nia inquired boldly.

"Why yes" Deacon said in a surprised tone.

"Tell her Nia wants her bad!"

"Nia!" Carol snapped, shocked at her rude tone.

"Oh it's quite all right I'm going to like this one she has passion and
confidence he said while smiling at her slyly. "Little one don't worry
about Lynette tonight I will see to it that you get your chance at her but
right now you should be concerned with your first match".

"Yes sir!" she said saluting him with a big smile on her face. Nia was
elated to know that her boldness got her the promise of a match with the
girl who beat her 'big sis' win loose or draw she wanted her pound of flesh
and was now going to get it.


Suddenly a voice came over the portable loud speaker, "Nia vs Fatima!" "Nia

Vs Fatima" Nia had drawn the first bout which meant she was on her way up
or out.


"Your up Nia" said Carol as she turned Nia's shoulders to the large mat in
the center of the building.

"You know anything about her Carol?"

"Yep I do Boo"

"Yes  and?" Carol chuckled at her anxious tone.

"She is a Samoan, if you get passed her you will win the tourney because
there is no one here tonight who is tougher" Just remember everything
you've been taught and you will do just fine"


Nia had a short hair cut at all times so the chance of them getting into
her face or being pulled was low. She was dressed in a turquoise singlet
equipped with a padded sports bra, Loki's female crotch protector and
fingerless fighting gloves. She was about 5'31/2" 125lbs narrow shoulders
though she was deceptively strong the stocking guys on the night crew
called her the little mighty mite because she could without assistance lift
carry push and pull anything the men could. Though petite up top she did
have pleasant breasts kind of like preseason mangos, a flat but short tummy
which only afforded her a four pack before it grooved into her smooth
curvaceous thighs which were sustained by a pair of symmetrically seductive
yet robust country calves. Her arms were small taut and battled ready
flexing with anticipation.


Nia's opponent was Fatima a beautiful 18 year old Samoan girl who was a
West Side high school student a member of the girls wrestling team and a
captain of the girls' rugby team. Her mane was long, thick and shiny black
reaching to her butt though on this occasion she had it wrapped tightly in
a bun. Her skin was a magnificent burnt orange tint like a beautiful
Polynesian sunset, her eyes though slightly slanted were large and almond
shape, her cheek bones raised and pronounced, jaw strong decorated by full
shapely pillow soft lips (how do I know well a gentlemen never tells;-).
Her back was an obvious v-shape, shoulders broad, biceps and for arms thick
and sinewy like that of a construction worker. Fatima's waist was
proportioned to her hip with that 7degree curvature that is so attractive
to men. Her rump and thighs could only be described as equestrian in their
dimensions and last but definitely her hearty copious gams were dawned by
rhombus patterned calves that looked like the were taken out of a South
African mine.


Fatima lost very few fights in life and none in the Battle Clan matches but
she was not stupid she knew that if a girl was there she could scrap so
Fatima underestimated no one.  This meant that little Nia was in for the
fight of her life.


The rules were like that of Pancreas fighting the combatants were to trade
blows until someone was knocked down the grappling could begin after that
anything goes except biting, gauging, spinal blows and vaginal attacks. The
make shift arena was a giant wrestling mat fastened to the floor and
portable bleachers surrounding it seating about 100 people, security and
medical staff were on the perimeter of the mat between the combatants and
the spectators and bright lights were placed strategically behind the
bleachers.


An electronic bell sounded at the girls ran to meet each other in the
center of the mat; they began trading blows in combinations with small
breaks in between like semi-automatic weapon fire. Nia knew instinctively
to aim primarily for Fatima's head one she needed to daze her if she could
and two her chances of hurting her with body blows were slim and none.
Fatima on the other had primarily worked Nia's torso with precision and
fury issuing a battle grunt with every punishing blow. Early on in the fray
both girls began to sweat and bruise because of their fair skin and the
devastating impact of their strikes.  After about 10 minutes of pugilistic
punishment they sufficiently tenderized each other such that they
unashamedly yelped and squealed at every blow amid their growls and curses.
The magnificence of this battle between beginners had the crowd to their
feet and cheering. Though throbbing with pain she had never imagined the
ambiance of combat thrilled Nia in a way she could not explain. As
indicated in the late John Denver's song it filled up her senses; the
sounds of the crowd cheering the sounds of flesh and bone colliding the
forced guttural tones of pain even her own excited her. Smelling her own
sweat mingle with her opponents, their breath fouled by blood filled
mouths, the flesh pressed of struggle of physical opposition this was all a
sweet as and as pleasurable as chocolate candy to her. It was the same for
the young Samoan fighter, in fact during a clench their eyes met and they
grinned each other as if to say 'girl this is better than sex'. Their teeth
were bloodied and lips swollen, Fatima's nose was busted and Nia had at
least 2 cracked ribs but neither Valkyrie relented.

During their brutal exchange Nia noted that Fatima would use her weight to
wear her down during clenches do in the next clench Nia cleverly broke the
clench moved backward quickly delivering cutting upper cuffs on they way
out ending in a right hook to the temple. Before Fatima knew it she was on
all fours huffing and puffing and Nia was on her instantly, fastening a
figure four head lock on the big girl restricting her arm and air flow.
Leaving nothing to chance Nia barred Fatima's arm at the elbow increasing
the pain. Nia also tightened the leg hold indicated by the rotating of her
potent posterior and the half grunt half-squealing sounds of her victim. At
first Fatima sought to escape by twisting herself out of the holds but to
no avail for as she moved to gain freedom Nia synched her lock sending
Fatima closer to unconsciousness. Fatima was in an awkward position her
head and extended upper left arm was in the fold of Nia's large juicy
thighs, Nia's calf muscle compressed Fatima's neck Nia locked Fatima's
elbow tarring the ligaments slowly as she pulled backward. Fatima was on
her side with her left arm useless to her stretched perpendicular to her
body she attempted to twist out using her powerful lower half but it was no
use. The small country girl with the great big country thighs had her,
Fatima knew her demise was inevitable but she had determined in her heart
that she would never submit she would rather go out fighting. Fatima's
muffled cries of agony and airy guttural groans were the first sign that
the end was near. Then her convulsion body and finally her left leg raised
slightly in the air began to vibrate on it's own like a defeated pit in a
dogfight.  Her glistening six pack was contracting furiously displaying her
desperation for much needed air, her posterior flexing in the most sexual
manor as if some function of the ID caused her to seek procreation when
faced with the possibility of death. The print of her pulsating woman hood
was exposed and seemed to be gasping for air then with one great exhale she
ceased to move. Nia gave three smothering squeezes even after this sure
devastation was complete to make sure her nemesis was not playing possum
then released her. It was over the crowd was roaring and the other
combatants were in awe of Nia commencing to chant her name as she raised
her weary arms in victory.


While Nia and a very proud Carol were on their way back to the dressing
area Lynette approached them; "Congratulations Nia you were fantastic"

"Thanks Nia replied then quickly added as she step to Lynette nose to nose,
"so when do we do it?" Lynette moved even closer to the little girl
positioning her juicy breasts above Nia's to show dominance, Nia dare not
step back though she hated the position. Lynette spoke, "All in good time
Nia, in three months there will be an invitational tourney I will ask for
you will you accept?"

"Would not miss it for the world" Nia said with a growl.

"Good I'll be happy to give you a taste of what ya' girl got" Lynette
bumped her back then walked away.

"Nia you are crazy girl said Carol holding up her had for a high five, Nia
slapped her hand and they both laughed.

Nia went on to when the tourney that night by strength, by speed, by skill
and by good old intimidation, she also received more challenges for future
matches from the likes of Carmella, Bonita Bodyrock herself and even
Dawnique.


Big Mama went though her surgery with flying colors, Nia started college on
time in the fall and the Battle Clan gained a fledgling on her way to
becoming veteran.