A Match Unscheduled

[Devastated]

The two heavyweight fighters battle raged on, on the floor. Trashing, and jerking with sheer ferocity at each other's hair. They twisted and turned, thrusting their bodies together for control as they battled for the dominant spot. A hellacious catfight had truly erupted and neither woman seemed to have any ounce of desire to back off.

Pride and emotions were running high, from the way this encounter had begun. Jeanne was loathe to back down from this woman. She felt that forearm press against her shoulders as the twist of the hips of Airi, coupled with that pull of her hair. The grabbing of her long braid being used to drag her off from her top position as Airi managed to get on top of her!

As the stagehands came in and pulled them off of each other, Jeanne growled and hissed with fury, she was held back and pulled up to her feet...they had three people each to restrain the women, as they exchanged murderous glares and reached out for each other. Jeanne lunged and struggled to get back at Airi for a few moments. Fury had overtaken her much like Airi...but the words of the woman made it clear what she should do.

"OH YEAH?! I'M FAR FROM DONE WITH YOU, MYSELF!"

Jeanne barked back, her posture eased up and the stagehands didn't have to do much to restrain her anymore, but they still did. She tried to calm herself...

"You and me, in the ring. Right now!"

The Crusader issued her challenge, though more like a demand. At this point she didn't care what changes management would have to do to accommodate it. She was fully intending to get her hands on this woman in an official capacity, even if she would have to drag her to the ring herself.

[Eir]

Airi’s chest heaved as she was dragged backward, three pairs of hands struggling to keep the Okinawan heavyweight from throwing herself straight back into the fray. Her hair was a mess, her shoulders rising and falling with every furious breath, but the Golden Snake’s expression wasn’t one of embarrassment.

It was a smile. A vicious smile spread across her face as Jeanne shouted her challenge. For a moment, Airi simply stared and thought. Then she laughed.

“Right now?” Airi tilted her head, golden eyes narrowing as she looked Jeanne up and down. “You really are as stupid as you look.” She planted her feet, forcing the stagehands to tighten their grips as she leaned forward against their restraint.

“I suppose I should thank you.” Her smiled widened “You’ve just saved me the trouble of hunting you down.” Airi’s gaze locked onto Jeanne’s. She gave a sharp tug against the hands restraining her, practically daring them to let go.

She slowly raised one hand, curling her fingers into a beckoning gesture toward Jeanne.

“Get your armor polished. Say your prayers. Kiss whatever precious pride you have left goodbye. Because the moment that bell rings…”

She tapped two fingers against her own throat. “…I’m going to humiliate you and break that precious spirit and heart of yours. Im going to make all your fans see how pathetic you are when you are submitting to me like a good little dog”

She leaned back, finally allowing herself to be pulled away, but never once breaking eye contact. “See you soon bitch” Airi laughed again. Before finally walking away to prep for the match.