A fight club

I woke up with a groan as i massaged my head. i was really getting tired of getting ****. my eyes widen for a moment when i could feel my chakra again. this caused me to fully open my eyes and look around.

i was in some type of office in shackles sitting in a really nice chair. in front of me in a fancy desk was a lady filing some paperwork. she looked up and smiled seeing i was awake.

"Good you are up," she said. "you can call me Manager there is no reason for the fighters to know my real name."

manager? fighter what is she talking about. i wondered as i said out loud "What?"

"Allow me to explain you now belong to an underground fight club. you may have noticed you now have your chakra again but your collar has been changed as well as something else had been added," she said. she pulled out a small mirror and showed it to me i can see some type of seal over my heart.

"if you are to disobedient or try to escape the collar and seal will activate. the one over your hear will leave a nice size hole where your heart should be and the collar will cause decapitation," she said in a serious tone.

"isn't that overkill," i ask as i place my hand on the collar. this caused a small jolt.

"also if you touch the collar it will shock you getting worse the more you try. as for overkill we believe in being cautious. but don't worry as long as you do well in your fights and follow the rules you will find comfort here."

"What are the rules<" i ask.

"Rule number one no fighting outside the arena. rule number two follow the match conditions as they are stated. for example if it is hand to hand only then no weapons or jutsu. rule number three follow all guards and management orders. rule four you will not try to evade punishments or losers penalty's. rule five if loaned out to a member you will make sure they have a great time. of course we usually wait a few month before that one matters. any questions," she said.

"what is losers penalty," i asked having a gut feeling.

"any time you lose you will face a punishment. this could be a form of embarrassment in front of the whole club, being locked in some type of bondage equipment till your next fight, being the **** to the winner or a variety of other goodies," she said with a smirk.

"I see," I told her.

"good now i am a bit busy so i will let the guards lead you to your room in there will be a closet filled with your wardrobe for fights unless specified otherwise. your first fight is in two days so you may want to shake off that rust i know they restricted your movements at the marketplace," with that said she hit a button and two guards appeared to take me away. for a moment i considered fighting them but the feeling of the collar stopped me.

after about fifteen minutes of walking the eventually led me to a cell. along the way I saw several like it each filled with different goods no doubt rewards for winning. in my cell was a simple mattress and a wardrobe. the guards removed the shackles and locked me into the cell.

the first thing i did was make my way to the wardrobe and opened it up looking forward to have something on after so long. in side the wardrobe was several orange sport bras and short shorts. there was also a few panties for me to put on as well. as i was getting dressed i noticed the bras had the number nine on them. of course i could not get away from that damn number.

not having anything else to do i started to work out in my cell. she was right my muscles had gotten a bit weak after weeks in that tiny cage.