The unofficial start of Sumo as we know it
by India-guy


All characters and the script are purely fictional

Sometime, during the late  19th  Century,  the  West  and  particularly  the
United States was  trying  hard  to  gain  a  foothold  in  Japan  and  gain
influence over the Japanese. But they encountered stiff resistance.

The Emperor, though revered, was dependent on the services of a  network  of
feudal warlords who were the Samurai warriors. They  were  known  for  their
fanatical loyalty to the clan of the emperor, their  tremendous  courage  in
war and in the face of adversity, their  military  capabilities  etc.   They
were highly conservative and their loyalty to  the  emperor  was  more  than
personal. They considered the office of the emperor as sacred  and  possibly
would  have  risen  against  the  emperor  if  they  believed  that  he  was
committing any act that violated the sanctity of the office. They were  very
highly conservative and strongly resisted any attempts at any change in  the
system.  The Emperor was more modern in outlook and was  willing  to  accept
changes to the system if they were beneficial. But he dared not act  against
the wishes of the Samurai. Thus there was a stalemate between the  Americans
and the Samurai as regards their influence  over  the  Emperor.  Wishing  to
avoid bloodshed, one of the members of the American contingent suggested  an
idea to the Japanese Contingent. “If the best martial artists from both  the
sides could meet each other, we could let the outcome decide  which  way  of
life would influence the Japanese” The Japanese court, both the Samurai  and
the Emperor felt it was a good idea.

One of the Samurai patronized a Sumo Wrestler who was known to be  the  best
martial artist in the whole of Japan. He was said  to  be  unvanquished.  He
had actually killed many  opponents.  Now,  ancient  Sumo  was  a  far  more
violent affair than  it  is  now.  Punches  (including  backhanded),  kicks,
twists, strangling etc were all allowed. The Samurai  proudly  summoned  his
fighter who came forward and bowed smartly. The Sumo  fighter  could  barely
hide his eagerness to see who his opponent would be. They  were  stunned  to
see a beautiful, voluptuous woman over 6 feet tall  come  forward.  She  had
reddish blond hair with long tresses.  She looked between 35 to 40 years  of
age. The Sumo fighter was initially angry and  thought  the  Americans  were
playing a practical joke on him. But the woman  (who  she  said  was  called
Belle) said that if she lost, she would place  herself  and  her  son  under
Japanese tutelage and be in bondage and a slave  to  the  samurai  and  sumo
fighter. Belle had had a chequered career.  She  had  seen  life’s  ups  and
downs. She had been a member of the oldest profession, had  been  a  spy  in
the civil war, had spent time learning the ropes  as  a  gymnast  and  as  a
circus acrobat and had also started  doing  shows  where  she  fought  as  a
wrestler and street fighter with both male and  female  opponents.  She  had
had many adventures and lived life to the full, had many affairs and bore  a
son. The sumo fighter (Sumo for short) on the other  hand  had  led  a  very
sheltered life.  But he had not lost in any fight so far  and  all  fighters
stood in awe of him.

The opponents got into the ring. She now stripped to  reveal  herself  in  a
leotard. The sumo fighter, on the other hand, was dressed formally and  wore
traditional fighting attire. He was shocked and abused her with what  little
English he knew about  her  indecent  and  vulgar  behavior  which  he  said
belonged to the whorehouse. She just had a ghost of a smile playing  on  her
lips. He had the advantages of both height and weight though  she  was  very
large too. Sumo initially thought he could finish her off easily  and  hence
started playing with her.  He lifted her with one hand and  stared  throwing
and catching her as he did not  want  to  seriously  injure  her.   She  was
furious at this indignity but she forced herself to  remain  calm  and  used
her training as an acrobat to suddenly maneuver  herself  to  kick  him  and
land on her feet. He was shocked and wild with rage.  He punched her in  the
face and on her  breast  in  a  flurry  of  blows.    She  started  bleeding
profusely from her face. She decided that  she  had  to  use  her  legs  and
agility as her main weapons.  She suddenly lay down and swiftly brought  her
legs together in a twisting scissoring moment.  He was  thrown  off  balance
and fell to the floor. She used this opportunity to use her  legs  and  arms
to trap his body in painful holds. By now, her eyes were swollen and  black.
But she was getting more confident.  She realized  that  his  threshold  for
pain was low.  The fight went on in this fashion and  was  quite  even.  She
had now learnt to counter all his  blows.   At  one  point,  when  she  side
stepped him, he lost balance and in a move that was a precursor to what  was
to become ju-jitsu, she suddenly used his momentum to  throw  him.  She  was
elated. He looked crestfallen. She  suddenly  realized  that  this  was  the
moment and from the vantage point of the ropes, leapt on  to  his  head  and
started hitting him and pulling out his hair  by  the  roots.  He  staggered
like that had been blinded.  It looked like the fight had  almost  gone  out
of him. He fell to the ground with a thud.

She would have felt sorry for him under  other  circumstances  but  business
was business. With an effort of will, she picked him up  and  walked  around
the ring.  All  those  present  were  stunned.  Suddenly,  she  smiled.  She
remembered his comments  about  her  dress.  She  ripped  off  his  clothes,
stripped him naked, got the robe that she had been  wearing  beforehand  and
tied it around his head like a baseball or a  headdress.   She  then  lifted
him up and walked around the arena  with  a  jaunt.  She  felt  he  did  not
deserve even the indignity of wearing her leotard  !!   sumo,  who  was  now
almost  bald, was shattered  and  tears  streamed  out  of  his  eyes.   The
sympathies of the audience, including the Japanese,  by now, were  with  the
woman and everyone, including the samurai found the  sight  very  funny  and
ridiculous. But she, on the other hand, was soft hearted but felt that  like
the david and goliath story, she had  to  destroy  his  fighting  spirit  to
strengthen what she knew was noble in him. She had not  finished  with  him.
She then removed the cloth from his head and diapered him with it. Still  in
full view, she went to her room and got  her  tattooing  kit.  There  was  a
beseeching  look  in  his  eyes.   For  the  next  couple  of   hours,   she
methodically carved her name on every part of his torso. She then  took  him
to the circus almost painted as a clown and along with her  fellow  acrobats
(who had come from the US),  she  practiced  an  event  where  she  used  to
perform the trapeze act with a ball between her legs transferring  the  ball
to a fellow acrobat  with  her  legs  before  making  contact  with  another
acrobat with her hands. It was a very delicate maneuver.   This  time,  Sumo
was the ball.  He was terrified but she held him  very  firmly  between  her
very strong legs.
People watched wonderstruck. At last, when the whole  event  was  over,  she
took the applause with a glow on her face. She found  that  he  had  emptied
his bladder both out of fear and the pressure she had applied.  He  now  had
to bear the  final  indignity  of  her  changing  him.  After  changing  his
diapers, she decided that sumo would be a funny, gentle game where the  sumo
fighters would be dressed like sumo fighters  are  dressed  in  the  current
age. She told another Sumo fighter to strip and  dressed  him  up  similarly
and made them fight for the pleasure of the crowd in the way with  which  we
are all familiar.

At the end of the fight, he suddenly went  running  to  his  room  and  wore
something and then quickly climbed up to the top of the steep tower  of  the
building overcoming his fear of heights. Shocked, she followed  him  to  the
top of the building with the intention of  talking  to  him  and  comforting
him. But she screamed with shock as he had just jumped over the edge as  she
neared.

She was astounded as he seemed to suddenly sprout wings and seemed to  glide
away from them forever.  In his fall, he seemed to recover  the  grace  that
was innate but had eluded him for a long time.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks  from  a  mixture  of  relief,  sorrow,
pity.

 She became the bodyguard of the Samurai warlord (and tried  to  imbibe  all
that was good in Japanese culture and propagate it to the  world.  She  also
learnt the best tricks of poor Sumo).  .