- Joined
- Jul 30, 2010
Korean streetfighter Hwa-Yeung had entered this international underground kumite to prove her worth against rival martial artists: her backalley combination of striking, throws and submissions made short work of her previous opponents, a male American boxer and a female Russian wrestler. But in a shocking turn of events, her next opponent in the tournament wasn’t a fighter at all: or rather, was only programmed to be one.
A shady tech billionaire had entered his company’s newest product, a male sex doll robot with rudimentary AI into the kumite, only with its prime directives rewritten to learn how to fight. It supposedly had vast knowledge of virtually every martial art and form of combat inscribed to its hard drive. Her opponent stood on the bamboo mats on the raised platform looking like a handsome Rock Em Sock Em robot; motionless but with fists raised. 6 ft 2. and shirtless, olive synthetic “skin”, designed to have washboard abs and tight obliques along with toned biceps and triceps in a pair of blue An expressionless chiseled face and jawline stared blankly at Hwa-Yeung as she studied the odd creation.
She had been assured by the judges that the doll’s body was as soft as a humans, and the same weak points applied: if she did enough damage to its sensors, or say choked it out, it would respond as a real fighter would and shut down, granting her the victory.
Hwa-Yeung was formidable herself, standing 5 ft. 9, 130lbs of lean muscle, a beautiful soft face with dainty lips and light brown hair and eyes. She wore a pink Nike sports bra showing off her taut midriff and purple muy thai shorts that rode low on her slender hips. She stood on her side of the platform until the main judge spoke: “BEGIN.”
She tested the robot’s defenses with some light kicks, seeing that it could block strikes like a pro. It used its palm to deflect her advances. She went for a high kick that connected with its jaw, snapping its head back. Non-plussed by the blow, the robot reset its “skull” and threw a punch.
THOK!
Hwa didn’t even see that coming! He…it. Moved so quickly! She ate the blow and walked it off before trying to grapple the doll. It drove a knee into the Korean’s exposed midriff and followed up with an elbow strike that caused a spray of spittle to fly from the girls mouth. The automaton landed an uppercut next. KRAKK! Hwa’s teeth gritted together and her eyes rolled back into her head as she dropped her guard limply. The robot used this opening to pick her up in a bearhug and squeeze. The girl screamed in agony as she felt the machine crush her spine. She managed to drive an elbow of her own into its shoulder and neck area to force it to let go.
Hwa-yeung fought dirty with a throat punch, the robot clutched its neck even though it didn’t “actually” feel the pain, and staggered back, emotionless. Hwa felt like she was finally making some progress, but that progress came to a screeching halt as the doll retaliated with a spin kick that nailed her in the tits and sent her flying, almost off of the mat, which would disqualify her. Knocked on her petite ass, the Korean warrior awkwardly scrambled to her feet as her inhuman opponent grabbed her bra and headbutted her fiercely.
Stars exploded in her vision as she began to bleed from her nose and staggered forward into the robot. He performed a judo throw and slammed the girl onto the bamboo. “HUAHHH!” she groaned as his follow-up axe kick drove its heel into her navel. The doll mounted his fallen opponent and ground n’ pounded her until her face was black and blue. The last few wet punches came slower and more deliberate, as if the robot had learned the meaning of bloodlust in the ring.
“Please… have… mer… cy” the beaten girl pleaded to anyone who was listening, be it perhaps a secret controller off to the side of the arena, or someone who could press a kill switch, anyone. But only the cold expressionless robot stared back.
“FINISH HER!” the judges spoke in unison. The robot complied. His fake muscles pumped and flexed as he lifted the helpless street fighter over his head, as if presenting her to the onlookers as a trophy, and with an almost awkward mechanical motion, dropped to one knee and brought her down on the outstretched one. The work he had done to sever her spine with the bearhug was now complete with a sickening CRACK! and a gurgling moan of pain and defeat, Hwa-Yeung’s back broke against the robot’s knee. She flopped to the bamboo mat like a deboned fish, still concious but immobilized. The mechanical fighter sensed life readings from her still. He simply reached for her delicate chin, placed one hand cupped gingerly there, and the other on the back of her head.
*KRRRKKK*
The light drained from Hwa’s eyes as she slumped over, broken and humiliated by a machine. The Judge declared the robot a winner by sudden death and he advanced in the kumite, much to the disappointment (and fear) of the human participants.
(who would you like to see the robot fight next, and what kind of martial arts should he use?)
A shady tech billionaire had entered his company’s newest product, a male sex doll robot with rudimentary AI into the kumite, only with its prime directives rewritten to learn how to fight. It supposedly had vast knowledge of virtually every martial art and form of combat inscribed to its hard drive. Her opponent stood on the bamboo mats on the raised platform looking like a handsome Rock Em Sock Em robot; motionless but with fists raised. 6 ft 2. and shirtless, olive synthetic “skin”, designed to have washboard abs and tight obliques along with toned biceps and triceps in a pair of blue An expressionless chiseled face and jawline stared blankly at Hwa-Yeung as she studied the odd creation.
She had been assured by the judges that the doll’s body was as soft as a humans, and the same weak points applied: if she did enough damage to its sensors, or say choked it out, it would respond as a real fighter would and shut down, granting her the victory.
Hwa-Yeung was formidable herself, standing 5 ft. 9, 130lbs of lean muscle, a beautiful soft face with dainty lips and light brown hair and eyes. She wore a pink Nike sports bra showing off her taut midriff and purple muy thai shorts that rode low on her slender hips. She stood on her side of the platform until the main judge spoke: “BEGIN.”
She tested the robot’s defenses with some light kicks, seeing that it could block strikes like a pro. It used its palm to deflect her advances. She went for a high kick that connected with its jaw, snapping its head back. Non-plussed by the blow, the robot reset its “skull” and threw a punch.
THOK!
Hwa didn’t even see that coming! He…it. Moved so quickly! She ate the blow and walked it off before trying to grapple the doll. It drove a knee into the Korean’s exposed midriff and followed up with an elbow strike that caused a spray of spittle to fly from the girls mouth. The automaton landed an uppercut next. KRAKK! Hwa’s teeth gritted together and her eyes rolled back into her head as she dropped her guard limply. The robot used this opening to pick her up in a bearhug and squeeze. The girl screamed in agony as she felt the machine crush her spine. She managed to drive an elbow of her own into its shoulder and neck area to force it to let go.
Hwa-yeung fought dirty with a throat punch, the robot clutched its neck even though it didn’t “actually” feel the pain, and staggered back, emotionless. Hwa felt like she was finally making some progress, but that progress came to a screeching halt as the doll retaliated with a spin kick that nailed her in the tits and sent her flying, almost off of the mat, which would disqualify her. Knocked on her petite ass, the Korean warrior awkwardly scrambled to her feet as her inhuman opponent grabbed her bra and headbutted her fiercely.
Stars exploded in her vision as she began to bleed from her nose and staggered forward into the robot. He performed a judo throw and slammed the girl onto the bamboo. “HUAHHH!” she groaned as his follow-up axe kick drove its heel into her navel. The doll mounted his fallen opponent and ground n’ pounded her until her face was black and blue. The last few wet punches came slower and more deliberate, as if the robot had learned the meaning of bloodlust in the ring.
“Please… have… mer… cy” the beaten girl pleaded to anyone who was listening, be it perhaps a secret controller off to the side of the arena, or someone who could press a kill switch, anyone. But only the cold expressionless robot stared back.
“FINISH HER!” the judges spoke in unison. The robot complied. His fake muscles pumped and flexed as he lifted the helpless street fighter over his head, as if presenting her to the onlookers as a trophy, and with an almost awkward mechanical motion, dropped to one knee and brought her down on the outstretched one. The work he had done to sever her spine with the bearhug was now complete with a sickening CRACK! and a gurgling moan of pain and defeat, Hwa-Yeung’s back broke against the robot’s knee. She flopped to the bamboo mat like a deboned fish, still concious but immobilized. The mechanical fighter sensed life readings from her still. He simply reached for her delicate chin, placed one hand cupped gingerly there, and the other on the back of her head.
*KRRRKKK*
The light drained from Hwa’s eyes as she slumped over, broken and humiliated by a machine. The Judge declared the robot a winner by sudden death and he advanced in the kumite, much to the disappointment (and fear) of the human participants.
(who would you like to see the robot fight next, and what kind of martial arts should he use?)
