Author's note: this story is unfinished and will remain unfinished, but as I start my next story I wanted to publish it anyway. I very much like the idea of an erotic wrestling story set in the "game mode", where certain choices will lead to different options down the line because the reader is either winning or losing the fights. However, I bit off more than I can chew with this. I had this system set up for fighting 3 different girls one after the next, with each character having certain stats that lower as different things happen in the match, but after a ton of work I wasn't even finished with the branches for 1 girl. It's not the type of thing you can release and then add on to, because the game doesn't work unless it is complete. It also was far too... blatantly erotic for my tastes, and so after several months having not touched it, I need to admit I'll never work on it again. I'm starting a much simpler take on the formula. In the meantime, feel free to look under the hood and see what I was somewhat working towards.

You need to be honest with yourself. This isn't some experiment. It's not some funny gag you're trying because you have time to kill. You are indulging a powerful fetish that you have always wanted to surrender to.

So, after digging around, dealing with shady - but seemingly reliable - contacts, and taking a train to the Tokyo red light district, you find yourself outside an inconspicuous door, dressed in athletic shorts and a plain shirt. Your hope is to take part in a BDSM experience unavailable elsewhere in the world. It was lucky that work brought you to Japan, giving you this opportunity.

With a deep breath, and a healthy amount of yen in your pocket, you knock 4 times, lightly, on the door. After a few moments, the door slowly opens and a woman in a fairly professional business suit addresses you. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she dons small, oval glasses, but you quickly notice that she has a great body that the suit does nothing to hide. She has a stern look, but a pretty face.

"Hello," she says in surprisingly good English, "my name is Yoshiko, I've been expecting you. You may leave your shoes by the door. Follow me." There is very little inside other than an open staircase leading down. She must have just been waiting near the door for you.

At the bottom of the steps, you walk into a large, open room, with several professional-looking spotlights hanging from the ceiling as well as a movable camera. The spotlights are shining on the centerpiece of the room, which looks to you like a pro wrestling or boxing ring. This is certainly a surprise, and you wonder if you will keep going to another room farther back, but sure enough, Yoshiko leads you to the ring and steps in.

At the center of the ring are three gorgeous, young, Japanese women, all sporting fetish-triggering schoolgirl outfits; including skimpy skirts, loosely tied ties, and high socks that go up to their knees. One-by-one, they introduce themselves to you.

The first girl hops forward, only about five feet tall, but sprightly and showing large dimples as she giggles. "Hello!" Her English is quite broken compared to Yoshiko, and you expect the other girls will be similar. "My name is Aki! I am strong!" She flexes her bicep with the opposite hand on her hip. She is a tiny figure but does look like she is in good shape. Totally adorable, with straight bangs and bright eyes.

The middle girl then steps forward, standing around 5'3" and far bustier than Aki. Her hair flows a bit past her shoulders, and she has dark-framed glasses, sporting the sexy-librarian look. "Hello, I am Saki. Don't be a bad boy." Her smile is coy, and she leans forwards a bit, allowing you quite the view of her bursting cleavage through her thin, white shirt. She looks you right in the eye and looks very collected.

Finally, the last girl steps forward, a giant in the group, she is at least 2 inches taller than you, although she sports an incredibly fit hourglass figure. The face of a model, her bob haircut circles her face, which is smiling with great confidence. "I am Rika," is all she says, though she looks ready to enjoy herself.

You politely introduce yourself before turning to Yoshiko, and you say "this isn't what I was expecting. They are lovely girls, but what's with the wrestling ring?" She holds a finger up, cutting you off. "I assure you, sir, this is the best pleasure available for one with your tastes. Aki, bring the gloves."

The smallest girl hops out of the ring to grab several pairs of fighting mitts (smaller ones, with the fingers mostly exposed) from outside the arena, 3 red and 1 blue pair, as Yoshiko continues "the girls will fight you. Each time someone begs for mercy, is down for a 10 count from a hit, or taps out, the round is over and the other may command them to do any act for a short time. If at any point someone is forced to orgasm during the fighting, they are eliminated from contention, so tap out if you want the fight to continue. I will time the match. The girls will switch out after each round. After 5 rounds, a winning team will be declared, who shall be allowed to use the other side however they wish for the rest of your time with us. We have plenty of equipment available for when that happens. Think of the fight as the ultimate foreplay for your later domination experience. You may quit at any time, but I doubt you'll want to."

You look back at the smirking trio of schoolgirls, processing what you were just told. This just might be awesome. Winning or losing could be fun, and the girls' enthusiasm is contagious. "Don't just stand there," Yoshiko commands, "put your gloves on and choose your first opponent. The girls are quite sadistic sometimes, so don't let your guard down."

You oblige and ready yourself.