Asuka Kazama Ryona
Club Regular
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2018
Loud cheers rang out through the arena as Kasumi got ready to fight in the ring. Tonight was the soft opening of the R. Fighting Tournament, and to kick it off, an exhibition match was going to take place.
“And against Kasumi tonight, our challenger is an unknown fighter who is apparently an up-and-comer… Misa!!”
The doors from backstage opened to reveal a young, pink-haired woman in a green school uniform and tall green socks. Everyone in the arena, Kasumi herself included, was puzzled. Nobody knew who this fighter was. Misa didn’t seem to mind, though. She confidently strutted down the ramp and entered the fighting ring.
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The bell sounded off, signalling the start of the exhibition match. Both fighters moved to the center of the ring and squared off against each other. From Misa's stance and posture, Kasumi could already tell that she had at least some fighting experience.
Suddenly, a blur shot out from Misa, aimed at Kasumi's face. The kunoichi barely dodged it, and then she found herself having to dodge even more lightning-fast blows that all targeted her head. Misa even threw in a low kick for good measure, which Kasumi was still able to avoid with a quick step back.
The relatively unknown challenger was all smiles as she kept up her offensive pressure, her swift attacks flowing seamlessly together. "Can't fight back, Kasumi? I expected as much; you're popular, but all you do is lose!"
Kasumi said nothing in return. She knew that Misa was partly right; she had had several poor showings in her recent DOA Tournament fights. However, she couldn't let it get under her skin now. Kasumi patiently waited for Misa to make a mistake as she weaved through and blocked all the hits headed her way.
There! she thought. Misa’s next attack looked like a right hook, which was stronger than her jabs but much slower. Kasumi raised her left arm to block it and readied her right to throw a counter, but then-
“GUH!”
A quick yet heavy punch landed in Kasumi’s gut, doubling her over a little. This left Kasumi wide open to Misa’s right hook.
“Ergh!” Misa’s fist slammed into Kasumi’s cheek, sending the kunoichi stumbling backwards. Kasumi looked back in her opponent’s direction just in time to see the next punch coming and block it, but this time she wasn’t able to avoid a low kick to her shin. Her leg buckled, dropping her to one knee. She blocked a follow-up right after that, but another punch snuck past her guard and into her cheek.
“Argh!” The blow rattled Kasumi, and she was immediately subjected to even more punches to her face that battered her left and right.
“Umph! Gah! Ugh!” Misa was turning Kasumi’s face into a speed bag; the poor ninja could do nothing to defend herself as blows came down upon her faster than she could count. With her opponent disoriented, Misa found the opportunity to rear back and throw a strong uppercut right into Kasumi’s face.
“KYAAAAAHHH!!”
The punch lifted Kasumi off of the canvas, spun her in the air, and dropped her on her face back on the mat. Misa spread her arms wide above her, gloating to an appreciative audience that was growing wild. Kasumi lay on her stomach, shaking her head to try and get her bearings back. What was that?! She’s no ordinary challenger… Kasumi’s thoughts were interrupted by Misa briefly putting her foot on her downed ass. “Are you done already? That’s kind of disappointing.” Misa stepped back, waiting for Kasumi to retaliate.
Frustrated, Kasumi got up and lunged at Misa, only to receive another heavy blow to her abdomen.
“UOOOOFFF!!!!” Kasumi was stopped in her tracks and she fell to her knees, clutching her aching stomach. Her head was bowed down as she nursed her abs, and so she didn’t see Misa walk up to her, pull her head up by her ponytail, and smack her hard in the face.
“AUGH!” The crowd oohed at the harsh slap that immediately put Kasumi down on her side. Her vision blurred for a moment, and the camera flashes from the audience surely didn’t help her get her bearings back.
Ungh… who the hell is this person, and how am I losing like this? Kasumi rolled onto her front, propped herself up on her elbows, and slowly tried to stand up. The fans had been chanting something, and Kasumi finally made out what they were saying.
“FINISH HER! FINISH HER! FINISH HER!”
Shit!
And just as the kunoichi thought that, she found herself getting pulled up by Misa. Kasumi didn’t even get to look at her opponent’s face before she was spun around by a punch to her cheek.
“Ungh!”
Then another blow came to her abs.
“Augh!!”
Kasumi’s mouth formed into an O as the belly punch stunned her, but before she could even double over, a backhanded slap made her stumble once to the side.
“AAagh!!”
She felt her opponent grip both her shoulders; she knew what was coming, and there was nothing she could do-
“UOOAUGH!”
-as her suffering belly got drilled by a brutal kneelift. She hacked and let out a soundless cry as another knee sank itself deep into her belly. One more kneelift doubled her over, so Misa once again pulled her upright, only to slam her head into Kasumi’s.
BAM!
The audience hooted and cheered as they saw Kasumi’s eyes roll up on the big screen and her entire body seemingly go limp in her opponent’s grasp. Her opponent simply let go of Kasumi and stepped aside, letting her listless figure fall to the canvas. Misa sighed. “Oh man, I thought you’d be much better than this! I guess it is true what they say, you’re more of a punching bag than you are a fighter…”
The broken Kasumi lay in a heap before Misa. Her face was partially obscured by copper-brown hair, hiding the look of total defeat that was plastered all over her.
“You look so cute when you’re down and out… don’t hide those pretty looks from all of us adoring fans now.” Misa strode over to the downed kunoichi’s side, then rolled her onto her back. The crowd cheered as the big screen now showed Kasumi’s delicate features as she lay passed out, not to mention her slim and curvy figure that was accentuated by her blue tunic. Misa walked off to the backstage, leaving the unconscious Kasumi on display, humiliated and defeated by a mere nobody.
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