Deadly Roses | By : Shinkansen Category: +M through R > Rumble Roses Views: 4849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Fight 4: Reiko vs. Aigle
Reiko Hinomoto was super-excited to be back in a Rumble Rose tournament. She couldn't wait to catch up on old times with Dixie, and maybe see Makoto, the Judo Princess, again. She just hoped there wouldn't be any more of those embarrassing mud matches, or those stupid Queen's Matches. Hopefully, this time, the tournament would just be pure fighting. She was glad they were hyping up the quality of the competition, although she wasn't sure why they had to include "loss of life, limb, or bodily function" in the promotional materials. She guessed to give this third tournament an edge or something; after the last one tanked she guessed they needed some kind of gimmick to get people to remember the Rumble Roses even existed.
And of course, because she was so excited, she left her ring gear at her hotel room, and so was late for the matches. To her surprise, they were already halfway through the first round when she got there! She rushed in the back entrance, thinking it odd that there were no backstage hands or security guards or anything, but she quickly brushed that thought aside; they must be watching the matches.
The crowd was certainly into it. She could hear them all the way back in the dressing area. She'd never heard a crowd quite this loud, and her stomach was full of butterflies as she pulled on her two-piece, bright red "Zero-Fighter" outfit. She had gained some muscle mass since the last tournament, and had improved her ground game- she was much less of an acrobatic daredevil and more of a polished, all around fighter. Her mother would be proud.
She had intended to try and find her sister Fujiko, or her rival, Dixie Clemets, before her match, but even as she finished lacing up her boots she heard the announcer, in her deep, husky voice, call out, "Next up, Rrrrrreiko Hinomoto, versus, Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiggllleee!" The crowd went nuts, and Reiko ran for the entrance ramp.
She ran through the curtain, completely out of breath, her hands on her knees. She looked around, panting, and gave the crowd a little smile, raising one had in the Victory sign. Then her eyes widened as she saw the ring. Where usually there were ropes, wicked strands of barbed wire hung. Hanging by a chain above the ring was a baseball bat, also wrapped in barbed wire. Aigle herself, dressed in her Mongolian fur two-piece, was sitting on one of the turnbuckles, eyeing Reiko viciously.
Reiko nervously made her way down the ramp, and slid into the ring. As she did, a barb caught the back of her trunks, causing a small rip. She stared in horror- the wire was real! She looked over at Aigle, still sitting calmly atop the turnbuckle post.
"Wh-what is all this?" she asked. Aigle smirked,
"Stupid cow has no brains- all meat in the teats," she laughed heartily. "You not know? We fight for real this time. Me get big money to slaughter stupid cows!"
"But why?" Reiko persisted. "I'm so confused... this has got to be a bad dream."
"No dream, cow," Aigle said. "You fight Aigle, you lose. You not leave ring alive. Aigle planning on barbecue later!" With that, she jumped quickly down from the post and began to stalk the poor Zero-fighter. Reiko put up her hands defensively.
"Aigle wait!" she pleaded. "No! Stop it! I don't want to kill anyone! I don't want to die! This has got to be a bad-"
Reiko never finished her sentence. Aigle had cartwheeled across the ring and landed a solid kick to the side of Reiko's jaw. Reiko went down to one knee, blood pouring from her mouth. She reached into her mouth and plucked the loose tooth from her gum. Staring at it, eyes wide and disbelieving, she felt herself rocked again as Aigle kneed her in the chin. Her vision blurred, her eyes crossed as she fell over backwards.
Dimly, she saw Aigle move in on top of her, and suddenly Reiko exploded in a rage. Her fists slammed into Aigle's petite face, over and over.
"What the hell is this?" she screamed as her fists slammed home. "Are we animals?" she screamed as her fist crunched into the side of Aigle's head. "Why are you trying to kill me?" she screamed as her fist crushed Aigle's small nose. The mongolian's face was a crimson mask; her nose was turned at a crooked angle, and deep gashes had opened above each of her eyes. Aigle snarled and caught Reiko's fist as she came in to deliver a haymayker.
"Me! Animal!" Aigle screamed, whipping straight into the barbed wire! Reiko hit the barbed wire at full speed, and felt the barbs penetrate her skin. Her hands and arms were twisted in the top two strands. Her breasts caught in the middle. She howled in pain, jerking backward, but the cruel barbs only bit in further. A strand became lodged under her armpit, and the more she pulled the more it hurt.
She heard Aigle walking up behind her. She felt strong arms grip her by the shoulders and she began to cry, heavy, heaving sobs.
"Please no!" she cried pitifully. "Please, just let me get out. Don't do this to me, please, don't do this to me, I beg you please, please, it hurts so much." Her voice increased in pitch and tempo as she felt herself being dragged out of the wire. "Please, please, please, no, please, no, please! No! Please! No! Ow my gooooood!" With a final tug, Aigle pulled Reiko free of the wire. Patches of skin hung grotesquely on the barbs. Reiko's hands and forearms were nothing but red masses of flesh. Her breasts had been torn open in a dozen places and blood oozed from a dozen open wounds. She fell to the canvas, whimpering and moaning.
Aigle grabbed hold of Reiko's ankle and drug her to a turnbuckle post. Sliding out of the ring, the Mongolian pulled Reiko's legs until they were dangling off the side of the ring, one on either side of the post. Wrapping the ankles around each other, Aigle began bashing the Zero fighter's knees against the post, again, and again, and again. Reiko screamed, reaching pitifully towards her legs each time, screams coming between her heaving sobs.
Then she saw, on the replay screen, her sister and her friend fighting. Like her own match, it was a brutal affair. Then, with Fujiko tangled in the ropes like Reiko had hung in the barbed wire, Reiko saw her sister gasp her last breath, and her head go flying across the ring. She gave another cry of despair as she finally realized that this was not a dream, or a joke, or special effects, as her right kneecap shattered under the pressure, and her lower leg bent up around the ring post, the toe of her boot coming to rest on her outer thigh.
"Stupid worthless cow," Aigle said as she climbed back into the ring. She spat into Reiko's face. "You are nothing! All your dancing and posing and teat shaking- it get you dead in ring."
"You're right," Reiko sobbed. "Mother, sister, I've failed you... forgive me."
"What next, cow?" Aigle asked, squatting over her defeated opponent. "Maybe me make scat on your head, or make you eat own pussy lips. What you think?"
"Please," Reiko begged. "Just finish it. My sister and mother are gone. I'm so ashamed, please, just end it."
"Ahhh you no fun at all," Aigle said contemptuously. "Fine, here you go." Without a second thought, the barbarian dropped a heavy knee on Reiko's throat, instantly breaking her spine. With a shudder that traveled the length of her body, Reiko went limp.
"Stupid cow," Aigle said, giving the mutilated body another kick. "Next time read fine print."
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