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Deadly Roses	By : Shinkansen Category: +M through R > Rumble Roses Views: 4849 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Rumble Roses, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Round 2
In their respective dressing rooms, each girl contemplated the day's events. The surviving women were attended to by nurses similarly dressed to Anesthesia. Their wounds were tended to as best they could, ribs taped, and cuts bandaged. Of the ten original Rumble Roses that began the Deadly Roses tournament, only five remained. Despite only vague mentions of no-holds-barred, the losers had instead perished to a woman, and the winners hadn't fared much better. Some packed their bags and tried to leave, only to find that their dressing room doors had been locked from the outside. No amount of pounding or hollering made the slightest difference. On large monitors in their rooms, the highlights and fatalities from the previous matches replayed. Some girls enjoyed the highlights; others cringed and tried their best not to be sick.
Dixie Clemets in particular watched Reiko Hinomoto's match with growing fury. She had promised Evil Rose she would find and look after Reiko, but after her match could barely stand. She returned to her dressing room for just a minute's rest and, of course, found the door locked when she tried to leave. She tried ramming, tried kicking, tried chairs, anything in her now-trashed room.
Oddly, when the first round was announced as over she hadn't seen Reiko's match play. Maybe the kid never showed up, or found out what was going on and managed to split, Dixie thought, her spirit daring to feel a flicker of hope. When this tournament was over, maybe she could find her hero's daughter, Rose's sister, and make good on her promise.
Then the replays began. Reiko's match was so short, they ended up showing almost all of it. Dixie's heart fell; her rival, her friend, was woefully unprepared for her match. If only Dixie had been able to get to her in time! Or, she thought horrifically, if Rose had won, could she have gotten to Reiko in time? Dixie imagined trading her own life for Reiko's... is that a trade she would be willing to make? As she sat alone in her room, Dixie Clemets was glad she would never be offered that choice.
After the replays, the monitors cut to a heavily bruised, but still smiling Anesthesia. She stood beside some sort of lottery machine with hundreds of what looked like ping-pong balls bouncing around inside.
"Ten of the strongest women in the world started this tournament," Anesthesia spoke broadly, giving a grand sweeping gesture with her hand. "Now only five remain: The Dancing Sister, Aisha!" The crowd roared its approval as stock footage of the dancer played across the screen. "The Empress of the Steppes, Aigle! The 3 Count Cowgirl, Dixie Clemets! No Future, Candy Cane! And Yours Truly, Anesthesia!" Each girl's name received a similar montage and cheers. When the crowd had died down, Anesthesia continued. "With an odd number of contestants, one lucky girl gets a bye for this round, though she will be ineligible for them in the future. So, ladies and gentlemen, the bye for this round goes to..." she reached into the machine and pulled out a ball. "... Aisha!" The crowd cheered.
In her dressing room, Aisha felt relief that she wouldn't have to fight in the next round. It would give her more time to find out what the hell was going on around here. Glancing from the monitor back to the door lock, she went back to work with a hairpin from her dressing table, trying to pick the lock.
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