In an otherwise unsuspecting little suburb, there exists an underground arena. Not an arena for physical combat, but one for mental combat so to speak. A place where wills are pitted against each other, where cute and beautiful women compete and put their urinary prowess on the line. That is correct, here in this arena, women fight against each other to see who can hold in their pee the longest and unscrupulous individuals bet on the outcomes. This arena is called Bladder Combat!
Every match is streamed live over the dark net for those with enough money and influence to watch. I am one of the unfortunate girls, who by life circumstance, is forced to compete in these dark, unsavory matches. My student debt is massive after graduating from college. I can't afford to pay it off and I just got laid off from my job at the local burger joint. I have no other means of income, no family or friends to help me, and no hope of getting another job. I'm just a useless deadbeat to society, so I joined this dark arena in hopes of earning enough cash to pay off my debt.
Today is the day of my first match. I don't know who I will be facing, but I know that I have to win. I can't afford to lose or the debt collectors will be very angry. I don't know if it's like in the movies where they break knees or anything like that, but I'm terrified what they'll do to me regardless if I don't pay up. I have to make lots of money fast. I psyche myself up in the locker room and prepare my bladder to hold in my pee for as long as I need to. I go use the bathroom one last time before the match to make sure I'm completely empty.
After emptying myself out, my trainer says it is time for the match. Nodding my head, I follow my trainer out into the arena, to a modest crowd of people ranging from clean and businesslike to sleazy. The announcer bleats out over her mic that each contestant will drink a special diuretic soda and must match each other's drinking pace. The first to pee loses! There are penalty rounds if one contestant lags behind and isn't able to continue drinking! The penalty round consists of the penalized girl having to endure 60 seconds of urethral milking and bladder massage from her opponent and if the penalized girl tries to interfere or pull away from her opponent the timer resets. I'm not entirely certain what urethral milking or bladder massage entails, but I'll deal with it when it comes. The announcer introduces me as I make my way out to the ring.
"First, please welcome our newest contestant, ${name}! She's a feisty girl, but can her bladder last? We will see!"
I walk out across the sloping stage, shyly waving to the crowd muttering unsurely, but excitedly about me, and meekly enter into the arena. I'm not entirely sure how to conduct myself here. This is a lot more nerve-wracking than I thought it would be. The mostly quiet audience seems to be agitatingly exuberant about my small, cute presence, making crude comments here and there about my body and petite frame. Then the announcer introduces my opponent.
"And her opponent, the one and only, your beloved, ${name}! She has fought her way into your hearts! Will she crush the new meat before her?"
From the other side of the arena, out struts a much taller woman than me. Tall, athletic, slightly muscular, Amazonian features and dark skin strides easily and confidently down the sloped stage toward the ring. The crowd reacts to her appearance and presence much more boisterously than to me. She seems incredibly popular and the contrast between the two of us makes me break out into a cold sweat. She's so much bigger and stronger looking than me. I wonder if I'll be able to win this thing. I shake my head, dispelling the negative thoughts eating away at my confidence. I have to win! I need the money!
My opponent hops into the ring with ease and faces me down with a confident smile. I shyly smile back, matching her friendly demeanor, my mind locked with indecision at her commanding aura. All I can seem to do is try to mirror her. I don't like how she seems to already be able to crush my spirit with her presence alone.
In the center of the ring are two tables lined with several bottles of soda, the diuretic soda my opponent and I will be drinking to see who can hold in their urine the longest. The referee looks both my opponent and I in the eyes to check if the two of us are ready to start the match and we both nod "yes." "Let the match begin!" the ref announces.
My opponent and I both dive into the sodas, each of us grabbing a bottle, sucking the contents down through the provided straws. The liquid hits my gut immediately. The first thing I notice is that the soda is unusually carbonated and fizzy. It makes my stomach churn and growl. I feel myself already becoming quite gassy, but I try to contain the building pressure within me and focus on drinking the soda. My opponent is already chugging away comfortably at hers and I must match her pace as per the rules of the match or I will suffer a penalty round. I suck the soda down rapidly, feeling my stomach quickly fill uncomfortably with soda and gas, as I try and keep pace with my much stronger opponent!