Juri Han vs. Luong Chun - Round 1! Fight!

[BlackAkuma]

[“Ah!”] Luong shrieked as Juri’s frail fingers tried to force their way into her socket. [”My eye, get out of my-”]

Luong’s curses devolved into shrieks, not decipherable in any language, as she and Juri’s wrestling match turned into a fullfledged catfight. Somewhere, far in the back of her head, she realized what was about to happen and wanted to get herself back in the ring. They were so close. She could make. She could win.

But no. The only thing she really cared about at this moment was inflicting as much pain on Juri as possible, even if that meant resorting to something she often deemed beneath her: Punching. She began to throw blow after blow into her opponent, sloppy and fierce, shrieking along with every blow she sent out.

All while the count continued. ”9!”

[ragaz]

The fight went primal and it seemed that Juri was strangely the more rational between the two of them since she was the one who attempted to not get counted out, but now all of that went out the window as Luong tackled her down to beat the shit out of her no matter what. Juri had resorted to trying to gouge Luong's eyes out, but then it started raining. Both women were shrieking, but after the first punch landed, only one of them was shrieking. Juri was moaning like a wounded animal as punches rained down on her one after another until her hand let go of Luong's face. Bruises formed rapidly on Juri's face, she then got a split lip and it started bleeding, as well as her nose.

However, during that entire time, Juri was actually doing something other than just eating punches. Her right hand was roaming underneath the apron. She knew that weapons are normally kept there, so she was trying to grab onto anything. Eventually, her hand grabbed onto something solid, wooden... Once Juri grabbed onto it, she swung that object with all of her strength towards Luong's face.
A loud 'WHACK!' sound was heard as the object smacked hard against the woman's face. It turned out to be a kendo stick.

The ref was ready to say '10', but then the whole whacking scene happened. Upon seeing this unfold, the ref immediately jumped into action, blowing the whistle and motioning his arms, signalling the disqualification of Juri.

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd was braying, demanding blood, cheering them on with such a rowdy, cacophonous noise that it was impossible to discern who they were cheering on or if they had any preference. They just wanted violence, and they didn’t seem to care what the source was. The only thing louder than them was the referee’s call, as she tried to egg them both back into the ring with her incessant shrieking.

Luong could not have possibly cared less about any of it. Her only thought at the moment was to continue inflicting damage on Juri, hammering away at the little bitch, focused solely on tearing her to shreds with her bare hands. That was why she lost sight of her surroundings, enough that what came next took her wholly off guard.

She wasn’t quite sure what occurred - one moment she was wailing away, and the next there was a searing hot pain in her face, one that was accompanied by a deafening wooden crack. Whatever struck her, it hit with a resounding force and she was sent rolling away, flopping over onto her chest. Dazed, she tried to push her way up, but she was slow and unsteady, her vision clouded in fog, barely able to register the world around her.

[ragaz]

That kendo stick really did come in clutch for Juri. Although practically anything would've done the trick. Probably... It wasn't all luck, though. More like a calculated guess. After all, Juri probably had more experience in high stakes fights than anyone else in this company.

But damn, Juri couldn't celebrate this even if she wanted to. Luong really did a number on her. Split lip, cuts and bruises on her face, swollen eye, pounding head. She could feel the taste of blood everytime she gulped down some saliva.
"Mmnnghh..." Juri groaned as she tried to rise, but slumped back down. She heard the bells ring, signalling the end of the match, but she had negative amount of fucks to give about that.
Juri then set the stick straight and used it to help herself rise up slowly.

Juri started chuckling as she was rising before slitting out blood and saliva in Luong's direction. Then she sighed as she finished getting to her feet, she saw Luong already on her feet, but visibly unsteady. "Say, how many times have you been in a fight to the finish, sweetcheeks?" Juri would ask the strange and ominous question while the ref was waving and yelling something, clearly not understanding that the two women came here not to compete, but to fight, well at least Juri did.

[BlackAkuma]

Pain. So much pain. Has Luong ever been in this much pain in her entire life? She was having trouble remembering, quite honestly, but she was tempted to go with a solid ‘no’.

It was to be expected, really. Her whole style revolved around taking as little damage as possible while dealing out the most in return, not engaging in a protracted slugfest with a sociopath, and yet, here she was, on the floor, her entire body aching. The adrenaline she’d gained from her rage was starting to wear off and the feeling was returning, making her realize just how damaged she truly was. Her only saving grace was that Juri seemed equally beaten, unable to capitalize immediately. A small prize, but she would gladly take it.

Still breathing heavy, she leaned up against the announcer’s desk and sucked in lungful of air, trying her best to recover as Juri spoke. She gritted her teeth and wished she could slap the woman, but she didn’t even have the energy for that. [“What are you talking about?”] She spat off to the side and grimaced. Was that blood she was tasting? Disgusting. [“We’re done, you little idiot.”]

Grumbling, she pushed away from the table and started to walk away.

[ragaz]

Without knowing it, the two women were thinking of more or less the same thing - pain.
Juri didn't plan on taking such a beating. She never does, because she always stacks the odds in her favour beforehand. Clearly, she didn't stack the odds enough this time. Her arrogance was showing. She herself did not think that, or at least refused to admit that to herself.

It must've been when she was speared out of the ring was when she stopped thinking practically and started thinking emotionally.
Juri was panting, her body was in pain. She did not pride herself on her endurance even though she did have some fucked up experiences. She did have a certain mechanism for coping with pain - it usually consisted of chuckling or laughing. It didnt really help her, but such psychotic reactions tended to intimidate her opponents.

Teeth glaring, Juri grinned as she was about to explain to this snowflake what she was talking about. However, that grin soon disappeared and Juri's expression turned dumbfounded, mixed with a smidge of annoyance and fury.
[The fuck did you say to me?!]

Juri could not believe this, this bitch was walking away from her?! No one has ever just walked away from Juri. They'd try to beat her, kill her, rape her, try to run away from her or beg her for mercy... But never walk away, not on their terms, anyway...
Rage veiled up inside of the psycho and she raised her kendo stick, preparing to to strike Luong who offended her greatly.
[We're done when I say we're done!]
Juri would exclaim before charging straight at Luong with a simple downward swing as hard as she could, hoping to break this damn stick and Luong's head in a single motion.

[BlackAkuma]

This wasn’t over. Luong was sure of that. She had taken some heavy hits in the course of this match, but none so brutal that her mental state was affected in a way that she would forget what started this entire mess. Juri’s vicious assault on her servant was not a slight that could go unpumished, and she was swore to have her pound of flesh from this heinous woman.

But there was a time to press the attack and a time withdraw, and this certainly qualified as the latter. Luong was in no shape to fight at the moment, unable to continue at any real pace. She needed to regroup and come back to this later.

Juri - psychopath that she was - seemed to have other ideas, unfortunately. She could hear the woman’s shrill voice coming from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see her former and likely future foe barreling her way, with nothing but rage in her eyes, a mad dog in need of being put down.

Very well.

Luong summoned the last vestiges of her waning strength, spun about, and lashed out with a powerful roundhouse kick, one that would cut through the kendo stick and possibly do even more, if her timing was correct. Which it usually was.

[ragaz]

This is why Juri plans for every encounter. This is why she stacks the odds in her favour beforehand - to avoid situations and outcomes like this.

Hhhaaagh! Juri screamed as she charged at Luong like an enraged samurai, swinging down that kendo stick before in an instant, Luong's foot cut through the weapon and then hitting Juri in the cheek, shutting the woman up, making her head spin to the right as well as redirecting Juri's momentum in the same direction.
Ghwoakh! Juri let out before going silent. Her world made a sharp turn before going dark.
Her body fell front first to the ground, hitting the floor at the same time as the broken kendo pieces did so.

Luong's kick was a real work of art and would find its place in the highlight reels.
Juri was sent to sleep, but in her dreams, she continued to fight Luong. She's not gonna like it when she finds out what really happened after she wakes up.