Victory by punching the opponent in the face with the brass knuckles suspended above the ring. Use of ladders is allowed, and one ladder is already set up in the center of the ring.
Another day, another summit. Literally, this time. It was a shock and a shame that so few of Satsuki's matches to this point had involved verticality. Sometimes she felt more at home hopping amongst the rooftops than perched atop a nightclub balcony. Though, it had been a while since she'd fought anyone at higher climes. That alias had been... less active as of late, save for more presently relevant activities. Even then, the Impossible hadn't done much rooftop fighting recently either.
A ladder match, then, was as good as she was going to get. And a familiar weapon capped off the climb. Brass knuckles, a heft she'd felt more from glancing blocks upon her forearm. A better alternative than her cheekbones, and far less distracting than cool, heavy metal in her grip. Still, by the end of the night, some poor girl's jaw would be spun from that brass. It surely wouldn't be Satsuki's.
Zero, zero, lucky -- bang!
Satsuki Hayano, the Queen of Clubs
