Deadly Roses | By : Shinkansen Category: +M through R > Rumble Roses Views: 4849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Fight 9: Aisha vs. Aigle
Aisha couldn't believe it. After all she'd been through, she'd forgotten about Aigle. The only time they'd met before was in a mud match way back during the first tournament. Aigle had oggled Aisha's chest, in a way that was both envious and hungry. Aisha normally enjoyed the attention paid her body, but this… Aigle was looking at her like she was a piece of meat. It was uncomfortable then, and sure as hell uncomfortable now.
Aigle was coming down the ramp. Her face was bruised and puffy, but otherwise she looked disgustingly healthy. Aisha backed into a corner of the ring, looking over her shoulder at the pits around the arena. She shuddered as she remembered Dixie pathetically begging for her life. No way was Aisha going out like that. No matter what, she promised herself, she was going to keep it in the ring. Just break the girl's damn neck and get out of here.
The bell rang and Aigle immediately launched herself at Aisha, bat held high above her head. At the last instant, Aisha darted out of the way, and Aigle slammed into the turnbuckle with a heavy thud, dropping the bat. Spinning back around, Aisha grabbed a handful of the small girl's hair and pulled her head back, wrapping her other arm around Aigle's throat. She began to wrench with all the strength she had left, waiting for the crunch of bone to signify her victory.
Aigle felt like her neck was in a vice. Her vision was dimming and the world seemed to swim as the blood flow was cut off to her brain. For an instant she panicked, but realized the larger woman had failed to use her weight advantage. Aigle's feet were still on the mat, and she had one chance to gain leverage.
Thinking of Makoto, Aigle bent forward and flipped Aisha over her shoulder in a classic judo throw. Aisha shrieked as she flipped over and came down on the mat hard. Aigle held on, and was able to reverse the hold- now she had her own headlock on the downed superstar. Aigle began throwing punches at Aisha's head, ten straight rights to the skull, before releasing the hold and slamming Aisha's head to the mat. Aisha grabbed her head in both hands and was rolling on the mat.
Aigle walked casually over to where the barbed wire bat had fallen. Picking it up, she returned to Aisha and brought the bat down heavily onto her back. The thud of the bat echoed throughout the arena, and the barbed wire tore at the already tattered remains of Aisha's shirt, leaving long red gouges. Again and again Aigle brought the bat up and down, until Aisha's back was a maze of bleeding gashes. Her shirt, completely torn now, fell to the mat. Reflexively, Aisha covered her exposed breasts with her hands. Her eyes widened in shock, as she saw Aigle's bloody bat coming right at her face.
Aigle heard the sickening crack as the bat broke Aisha's nose and tore through her cheeks. Aisha flopped onto her back, without even the strength to bring her hands back to her face. Aigle used the bat again, this time on the superstar's naked stomach. Again, Aigle heard a crack as ribs broke. She dragged the bat across Aisha's abdomen, opening more gashes across her well-toned abs, rivulets of blood pooling in Aisha's belly button.
Dropping the bat, Aigle grabbed Aisha by the hair and raised her to her feet. Aisha struggled feebly, but all her strength was gone. The nomad whipped Aisha into the ring ropes, where her arms became tangled. Aisha tugged at the ropes, trying to free herself, but she couldn't- the ropes held fast.
Aigle looked up the ramp at Lady X. The cyborg nodded and Aigle could read her lips: "Finish her."
As Aigle approached Aisha, the immobilized superstar began to shake her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please no, I have to get my baby Tia out of here…" she wheezed.
"Aigle take your woman as prize," the nomad girl smiled. "Make great cow for herd."
"You bitch!" Aisha spat, the bloody spittle hitting Aigle in the chest. "You soulless bitch!" Aigle paused, a look of bewilderment on her face. The moment seemed to last forever, as the two women's eyes locked, and Aigle saw herself reflected in those eyes, not as a little nomad girl, but as the conquering warrior chief.
"Great Khan Bitch!" Aigle screamed triumphantly. Gathering all her inner strength, she focused her right hand into a sharp point. Thrusting at Aisha's chest, she felt her fingers splinter bone and muscle. Opening her hand, she grasped the beating muscle and pulled. Aisha's body immediately went limp.
Aigle raised her trophy high above her head for Lady X to see. The blood of her vanquished enemy was warm as it ran down her skin, and Aigle felt a surge of pride in herself. No matter what came after, she would remember this moment as when she knew, irrevocably, that she had won. She was the best.
Lady X spoke into the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and DEADLIEST ROSE!!! AIIIIIIIIGGLLLLLLLEEEEEEE!" The crowd erupted into cheers as Aigle dropped Aisha's now quiet heart to the mat and walked up the entrance ramp. She and Lady X eyed each other for long moments.
"This where robot lady kill Aigle, surprise nobody?" Aigle asked.
"I could," said Lady X.
"Doesn’t matter. Aigle won. Aigle strongest. Aigle can go to ancestors in peace."
"I'm afraid your ancestors will have to wait," Lady X grinned. "With Anesthesia Cutter dead, I am under no man or woman's control and I choose to let you leave of your own accord. Congratulations champion."
Aigle looked over to where Tia was still tied to the wooden cross.
"One request as champion," Aigle turned back to Lady X.
"Name it."
"Let cow woman go."
"I thought you were going to take her as your prize?" Lady X's brow furrowed.
"Aigle changed mind," the nomad girl grasped the handle of the rolling suitcase full of money. "Aigle is warrior. Not monster."
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