Victory Stipulation A match that takes place in any location out of the ring. Two out of three falls, which can only be decided by knockout or orgasm. The overall winner gets POW privileges for as long as they stay in the designated fight area.
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Juri would’ve asked who the hell came up with a silly match like this, but she knew the answer to that question: Aria Castle. The woman seemed extremely pleased with herself, as she stood in the middle of the setup she’d created. It was almost the exact thing that would come to mind when you thought of a ‘street fight’ - a bunch of cars, set up in a circle in the LAW parking, a makeshift ring, enough space for two fighters to go at it. A small but enthusiastic crowd was milling about in the area, waiting for the bout to begin. The moonlight air was thick and crisp, the stars were out, and the bright lights of Tokyo shone all around them.
Could’ve been something straight out of a movie. Some weird, old-school 80s martial arts flick, maybe.
Juri, herself, wasn’t all that impressed. She sat on the hood of some fancy electric car she didn’t know the name of, bored out of her mind as she waited for her opponent to show up, kicking her legs up and passing the time. This whole setup was a bit much for her, truth told. She’d never cared much for the fancy setups when she was starting out. A cage, a ring, some back alley where the cops wouldn’t notice what you were getting up to, those were the arenas she was more comfortable in. This just screamed ‘too much’.
And she still wasn’t even sure why it was called a ‘Seoul Street Fight’. Juri had only ever been to Seoul a handful of times, but she didn’t recall seeing too many street fights when she was passing through.
She also wasn’t sure why she had to wear this outfit for it, instead of her usual duds. She suspected that was a simple one: Aria thought it was hot.
Juri supposed it didn’t matter much, either way. She’d dress up in just about anything, really, so long as it got her what was promised tonight: Some real competition. She didn’t know jack shit about this Elena girl on a personal level, but the stats sounded strong - tall, lean, good muscle. All the makings of a good fight, but there were other questions that Juri was pondering.
Was she a screamer? The type that whimpered a lot? The sort that begged for you to stop? Important things like that.
All things would be revealed in good time, Juri was sure. For now, she kicked back and crossed her legs as she lazily scrolled through her phone.
