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 7-20-2473

(Ishmael's First Day in the Inner City) 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  If you are NOT interested in detailed exposition, which I totally understand, you can just click on the first image and then keep clicking to move through the actual fights. 

I wake up pretty early in the morning as this is going to be an exciting day.  Though I have thoroughly enjoyed my time here in the Outer City, I have decided at long last to make my way through The Wall and into the fabled Inner City.  My bed companion, Penelope, is sound asleep so I leave her to continue resting as she is no doubt exhausted from the two violent fights she won last night, and Doctor Green and I quietly set out into the morning haze.   The defeated Trixie is no longer sprawled across the top of the garbage dumpster, and has almost certainly been carted off to the Hospital by a body runner. She will wake up in a hospital bed in a day or two, and will probably at some point make an attempt to get revenge on Penelope for the NASTY beating she took in front of me and I can’t wait to see how that goes, but for now it is time to move on, as this is going to be an exciting day!   

 

It is around 6:30 am when we step out the door and the sun is just starting to peek out over the city.  I suggest having breakfast at Alice n’ Mel’s one last time before making our way towards the big gate.  Over breakfast, Doctor Green and I discuss where we should go first in the Inner City.

 

Initially I thought I would do a rapid tour, and try to squeeze in a visit to every venue in the Inner City before the end of the day, but eventually we decide to start out by spending the day at The Junior FightRing.  It is the least violent of all the venues in the Inner City and I feel like a good place to start and after that we can spend one day at each venue, perhaps working our way through them in order from least to most violent.  Doctor Green messages the management of the Junior Fight Ring (JFR for short) to let them know we are coming and as usual the proprietors are quite pleased to hear it as our attendance will ensure immediately sold out seating  and also I will of course be offering my services as a sex trophy for the winners of each bout.

They ask us to get there a little earlier then 9:00 am, as they would like to go over some special arrangements for our visit.  I pay our tab for breakfast (not that Doctor Green actually eats anything) and we make our way to the Wall.  Though I intend to spend the next few days at least exploring the Inner City, I am quite sure I will be back out here soon enough, and this little diner has become one of my favorite places to be.  Not only is the food delicious, and reminiscent of the  sort of fare I enjoyed back in the 21st Century, just hanging out here always offers a welcome respite from the constant drudgery of pleasing one victorious female fighter after another.  Hopefully there will be a similar establishment in the Inner City.

 

Green Tower City Boulevard cuts a straight swath directly towards the Wall and it doesn’t take us too long to get there.  Though there are several small gates along the full length of the massive structure for fighters, workers and permanent residents of the Inner City to pass in and out of,  there is only one large entrance for spectators, right in the dead center of the Wall, and it is easy to see from even quite a distance.  As we make our way towards the looming gateway I feel a little like Dorothy Gale on her way to the Emerald City.  Though starting out so early gave us a slightly quieter morning, there is by now a decent throng of women following us, and they will no doubt be the first spectators in the door once the JFR opens its doors for business. This constant entourage made me nervous at first, but after having been in the Inner City now for nearly two months, I realize that NOBODY dares mess with me.  The ever present City Moderators  would set upon and annihilate anyone who tried to do me harm.  It’s weird being such a treasured commodity, but these strange women of the future continue to let me go where I want and do what I want, and honestly, there are certainly much worse fates that could have befallen an astronaut out of time.   I mean, at least I didn’t come back to find the world overrun with talking apes or some shit, right? 

 So at long last we pass through The Wall.  I’m not sure why I waited this long, but I really did want to thoroughly check out the Outer City before moving on to the Inner City, and something about having spent the last couple hundred years in suspended animation while hurtling through space has made me incredibly patient. The gateway itself is a massive open archway on the dead center of the Wall.  There are no turnstiles or guards there, and I wonder briefly how they can be so sure nobody under 18 is getting into the Inner City, but I figure I will find out, and indeed seconds later, after we have passed into the threshold, I hear a startled voice behind us yelp out “HEY!” and when we turn around we see a particularly young looking woman seemingly walking in place at the threshold but not moving forward.  Upon closer inspection I notice she is actually being slid backward slowly as she tried to walk forward.  I look over at my robotic companion.

 

“She must not be of age yet.  They still try!” Doctor Green says. 

 

“Will she get in trouble?”  I ask my robotic companion, feeling a bit sorry for the girl.

 

“Not at all, but there’s no way she will get in here until exactly midnight on the date of her 18^th birthday. If she signs up for a so called “Birthday Girl Death Match, she will be allowed into the city 24 hours earlier, but we will talk about that more when we get around to visiting the Poison Lair, the most violent of the Inner City’s venues.”

 

Once we step out of the Archway we find ourselves in a large concrete plaza with several openings for trees and giant ferns, and in the middle of it all a massive circular fountain in the middle of which stands a huge stone statue of a victorious female fighter with her foot on a defeated spread eagled opponent.  The water is dyed red so as it flows through the spickets and spouts, it look like endless streams of blood flowing from her vanquished opponent.  Again Doctor Green fills me in.

 

“That’s Zelda, the famous female wrestler for whom the continent is named. He starts to go into more detail but a group of smiling GTC officials are quickly closing the gap between  themselves and us.

 

“Welcome Ishmael!  Welcome Doctor Green!  We have been anxiously awaiting your arrival to our fair city!” 

 

They proceed to escort us along the streets and avenues towards the JFR, letting us know along the way that we don’t have to worry about lodging, as the entire top floor of The GTC Hotel Grande has been reserved just for us, and we can stay as long as we want.  It’s a little annoying because I had hoped to explore the streets a bit in peace on my way to the venue, but I’m sure I will have plenty of time to do that later.

 

(description of the walk to the venue)

  

The atmosphere in the Junior Fight Ring is electrified.  It has been over a hundred years since anyone got to see two women fighting over a man, and none of these people had been born yet

 

We are escorted to a private viewing area just a few feet away from the small squared circle.  This little booth is equipped with a its own enclosed bathroom, and a very comfortable reclining chair that can recline all the way back into a bed, I assume for the convenience of pleasuring the victors of the battles I am about to witness. which has hastily been constructed clearly exclusively for me.    

 

On the opposite side of the ring from me is a small wooden desk.  This is the lor Commentator table, and they are about to begin the day’s festivities.

 

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