Haganehime vs Chika - Women of Steel

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The two fierce women locked their eyes, Chika's insult cutting a good way into Himeko...

...as Himeko herself came back with a hard, eye raising insult at Chika.

Her days on the streets, surviving day to day, giving slip to the police out of fears that her life would be over if she ever got caught, trying not to step on any toes of any higher ups of any of the clans she got the messages and contraband around for...

...as well as sleeping on the street, getting beaten up by rival "carriers"...as well as Himeko...

Chika's face formed into a demonic grimace. She did not know whether Himeko caught it, as she dashed at Chika to take the Raven Knight down, driving her to the floor under her.

Chika didn't give a damn about the pain in her spine. She wanted Himeko to scream in pain.

The moment both women were down, she grabbed Himeko by her hair, growling in anger and agony, as she tried to ram her face into Yakuza heiress's nose!

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"... ..." Oh, if looks could kill. The expression on Chika's face in that small instance before the tackle was the look of someone wanting a knife to shank the Princess in a dark alley. A nerve was struck, and a rather fragile one at that given the murderous glimpse Himeko got before knocking the woman down. But a harsh look would do little to stop Himeko. Chika said it herself, scum wasn't going to cower to lesser scum. And she sure as shit wasn't going to let the Raven Knight run her mouth further without losing teeth.

"Grh-" And the second the two hit the mat Chika made a violent snatch at Himeko's hair. Seriously? Catfighting tactics from a so-call indies champi-

"Grraah!" White. Himeko only saw bright white, and it wasn't from the lights above either. A harsh blow that shot pain throughout her body headfirst. It came in a flash. The near-blinding pain, the dripping of blood from her nose, and the wide-eyed look over shock at the cruel blow. The crowd winced, gasping in shock and even horror at the brutality.

But the Princess's eyes almost immediately shot back at Chika's.

The pain lighten her body as her mind instantly came back to reality, her face contorted in rage as blood and dripped from her nose and chin, dying Chika's shirt dark red. "[ Your turn! ]" Himeko's hands moved fast, reaching out to snatch Chika's hair in kind and give her a very literal taste of her own medicine. Cheap shot for cheap shot. Blood for blood.

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Blood dripped in the aftermath of Chika's headbutt across Himeko's nose, right on her t-shirt. It was difficult to see the drops that fell on the black area of the shirt...but the drop that fell onto the wait of the shirt instantly coloured the pure white areas of Chika's shirt, creating a terrifying sight of the ghostly raven turning bright bloody red.

Chika wouldn't be able to follow up as the Yakuza heiress followed up on her attack with her own, ramming her forehead on Chika's nose:

"GYAAAAAAAAAH! <You fucker!!!>"

Chika tried to make it a rule to not swear in the matches, she tried to show her standard bouts to her daughter, after all, which is why she criticized her foe's for swearing in the ring, but, blinded by rage, she forgot her own language code.

Her nose was dripping blood, but due to her being under Himeko, the blood dripped down to her chin and on her shirt once more, the poor raven on it turning red faster and faster.

Trying to just cause pain to her opponent, she tried to ram her forearm straight to her nose!

Meanwhile, Thirteen, concerned about how badly things were breaking down, would turn to the ref: "Please hurry up the count, I don't think they'll come back to the ring!", knowing that she'd just be putting herself into the harm's way if she stood between the two women.

The ref nodded, the count becoming a bit more lively:

"SIX!!!"

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Tit for tat you damn pigeon. There was a bit of satisfaction from nailing that headbutt. Getting another cry from Chika was its own reward, especially her cursing. The Princess couldn't help but grin at the sight, probably the first time in a while she divulged in a bit of sadism. But this was an opponent that made the sight of pain worth it. "[ What was that about language you wannabe pige- ] Graak- FUCKER!"

And in an instant that sadistic joy turned to violent fury, Chika's arm smashing into Himeko with the all too obvious intent of breaking her nose further. And with a now clearly bruised nose and blood dripping down faster, Himeko was seeing red. Both from the blood on Chika's shirt and face and her own temper being pushed to it's limit. "[ Piss off di-! ]"

"SEVEN!!"

Himeko fist flinched, the count now reaching her ears.

"Hime-chan..."

As did Nanase's voice.

"... ..." Her mind immediately flashed back to her match with Hikari. This was the same goddamn situation. And last time, she got so caught up in a punch out she had to be pulled away and couldn't even get even with that damn wannabe scion. Also another big star in the indies scene. Also boasting a long record of victories. And this was not going to be a replay of that.

"Tch," And so, she stopped, moving to get off Chika and move herself back to the ring. It was a pain living a job undone, but forcing another draw would be revolting.

"EIGHT!!"

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Chika wanted to make Himeko scream. The rage of her robbed childhood came out with vengeance, quite literally, as she saw Himeko as a symbol of that period of her life, if only just for the current moment. She wanted to ram her head into Himeko again, only for ref's voice to ring out, letting them know that they had 3 counts before the match was rendered a draw.

Himeko would surprisingly snap out of it, breaking off of Chika and getting back into the ring. Thirteen would actually let out a sigh of relief. She was surprised that Himeko was the sensible one. She had to tell Chika off about this incident after the match and...

"EIGHT!"

Thirteen's heart sank. Why wasn't Chika back in the ring yet?

She was already up when her attention returned to her...only for the Japanese woman to lift the apron...and bring out a steel chair.

"Chika, NO!"

As much as Thirteen tried to chase her down, Chika was already in the ring, angrily stomping towards Himeko as the ref fully protested. In fact, she tried to move in and take the chair away from the Joshi...

...only for the bloodied gaze from the woman to make her jolt with fear, stepping away as she continued on her way towards her intended target...

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It wasn't exactly a prideful walk back into the ring. The count just stopped a little before nine once she was back inside, so Chika probably followed behind her. "Tch," Himeko's gritted her teeth. The count felt more like she was being scolded into playing by the rules more than anything. And while the Himeko wasn't some honorable warrior, she had a bit of warrior pride in her to at least try and finish this thing cleanly. Okay, just gotta' knock Igarashi out and or put her in a pin fo-

"Chika, NO!"

The unknown voice rang out, and the crowd already gone a little silent. Himeko was too invested in her own thoughts at that moment, but once she turned around she was met with a bloodied and furious Chika, chair in hand and set on showing the Princess what she planned to do with it. And for a moment, Himeko froze in place. Her eyes went to Chika, then the chair, and then again to Chika, meeting her bloodied, frenzied glare with her own cold and deadened gaze.

Like Chika said, she was yakuza scum. And this yakuza scum already had experience taking a chair or two to the face in street fights.

She jerked a thumb toward her face, her eyes hollow as she looked Chika in the eyes. "[ Try it. ]" She snarled. "[ I could use a good reason to kill you when I rip that thing out of your hand. ]" And just for good measure, she spat in Chika's face. Literally. Might as well go all the way with being scum and all, right?

"Fucking pigeon."

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As Himeko looked at her in what Chika believed to be slight shock, the Joshi remained stonefaced, emotionless in the face of her foe. Added with the blood, Chika's image created a ghastly sight for the paying audience, as this professional of a woman devolved into a monster.

As Himeko spoke to her, she started to make steps forward towards her, making death threats at her expense...before spitting right in her face...

...and speaking her nickname in English.

Within a millisecond, the chair would be up in the air:

"NO!"

And a second later, she brought it down, right on the crown of Himeko's head!

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It was as if time slowed. Himeko only had one more second of clear vision before the sickening crush of the steel chair echoed throughout the arena and silenced the audience. There a collective gasp at not only the sight of violence, but the clear trial of blood that was left on the mat as the chair broke skin and all but cracked Himeko's head open. She staggered back silent, her bobbing to the side as her balance tilted and her eyes swirled, a line of blood dotting the mat as she moved back. Everything and everyone was silent.

And still, Himeko was still on her feet.

After two more steps back she remained upright, her eyes vacant as they looked in Chika's direction with what blurring, blackening clarity she could manage. Can't see... Not even as Himeko focused her eyes could she make out the Raven Knight, everything was too dark and blurred to make up save for the human-ish shape in front of her.

And it was at the human shape Himeko rushed forward, her hand reaching out for whatever she could grab and slam down to the mat. Chika's face, Chika's hair, Chika's shoulder, it didn't matter. She had about 5 good seconds of consciousness left and she'd damn well use them.

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DING DING DING DING DING, the ringkeeper would be ringing the bell wildly, declaring the match a no contest as the foreign object was used…

…and yet shockingly, Himeko was still standing. In spite of a vacant expression on her face, Chika intended to continue the job, raising the chair:

”<You piece of…>AAAAAH!!!”

She would come down as Himeko tackled her, beating her in her face and arms and shoulders, the black-clad Joshi doing her best to block her rival’s shots to little success. A second later, she would simply try to ignore the sting of Himeko’s punches, trying to ram her fist back into Himeko!

Meanwhile, 13 was entering the ring, hoping to get her wrestler out of the ring before she got injured…

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Himeko hit Chika. She felt her fist make contact with flesh the moment she was on the ground. Chika's yelp helped give the Princess a better idea of where her face was at relative to her fist and she sent punch after blind punch in that direction, refusing to stop. The bell rang, but it didn't matter. Chika started punching Himeko back and it didn't matter. Some figure was starting to climb into the ring and interfere and it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing save for beating Chika's body as black as her moniker under her conscious finally ran out. That bell meant shit. If Chika had the stones to slam a chair into Himeko and forget the rules, then the two might as well finish the job with a bloodbath.

And Himeko kept punching. Punching Chika's flesh and hopefully her face. Then punching the mat, as if her failing vision and dizzying sense forced her to keep missing blows now. Then the air, slowly before lifted up and hoisted along someone's shoul-

Wait, what? What dumbass with a death wish would even think of-

"NANANA!"

The only person that'd dare interfere with her fight would be her bodyguard. The only one within the ring that'd even think of touching her during a beatdown was her confidant and number two. And the only one that even had permission to get her way unannounced was Nanase.

And the Princess was fuming.

Rage had kept her conscious at this point, but that fire burned even hotter as she denied going out the way she wanted. Himeko slammed her fists into Nanase's sturdy back, howling curses and slurs in both English and Japanese as she was pried away from her mark.

"Sorry~"

Oh, this bitch was so not sorry.