Hibiki Izayoi vs. The Won Sisters - Rage of the Dragon

Cindy had hope. A small sliver of barely there hope. When she made it out of the ring, it looked like that Hibiki wasn’t going to follow her. Maybe she’d be safe. She would have to apologize to her sister profusely for such a craven display, but at least one of them would not have to suffer such extensive damage.

She should have known better. She really should have.

Cindy was so focused on escape that she did not notice the Dragon’s silent approach until those relentless fingers dug into her scalp and yanked her back up, forcing her to stand, keeping her up. If not for Hibiki, she would simply have fallen to the floor. No energy. No fight. Nothing.

”Wait…” Cindy moaned in protest as she was slung over the desk like a virgin sacrifice for some dark god. The announcers fled as fast as their legs would take them, not wanting to be anywhere near the mayhem. ”Don’t-”

Hibiki didn't give Cindy a reply to her desperate pleas. She made not a sound, not a single sound as she pulled the woman back up to her feet.

Once she was standing, the Dragon grabbed her head, shoving it down so that she was bent over, and forced Cindy's head in between her thighs. Then, she leaned down and wrapped her arms around the twin's body, squeezing her tightly as she began to lift her up again, into the air and onto her shoulders. The crowd began to buzz, worried and jeering and booing and whispering in concern, knowing exactly what Hibiki was about to do but having no way to stop her.

And then, the Purple Dragon dropped her.

Down Cindy went, Hibiki dropping to her own ass she slammed the Won into and through the table with a giant, massive sitout powerbomb.

Unbeknownst to many, Cindy was an avid fan of horror movies, of all kinds from all eras. As such, this whole scenario was eerily familiar to her. She was the helpless girl being hoisted up by the beast, prepared for the slaughter by the terrifying beast, about to ripped apart. This was the part where the hero came in and saved her at the last moment.

Only this was not a movie. It was reality. And Bridget, the only person who cared enough about Cindy to help, could not move. No one was coming to save her.

A death wail escaped her lips as she was hurled upwards, her limp arms flailing all around, and that scream continued all the way until she hit the announce table. There was a deafening crash as the monitor and papers and wood went flying in all directions. There, in the center of the wreckage, laid Cindy Won. Or, at least, the battered, bloody, bruised husk that was left of her.

Hibiki sat there in the broken wreckage of the table for a long time, panting, starting to feel slightly exhausted, her initial rage finally worn out. She was smiling though, pleased with her work, pleased with what she had done to the two sisters.

After a few moments had passed, she pushed Cindy off of herself, and rose up to her feet. She stepped to the ring, right up to where she had draped Bridget over the lower ropes, and reached up, grabbing the woman by her jaw, forcing her to stare into the Dragon's eyes.

"Don't fuck with me again," she hissed, staring coldly at the twin. "And you had better tell your fucking sister to not even dare calling me out again. Next time, I won't be so merciful."

With that, she released Bridget from her hold and turned away, starting to make her way towards the ramp, to make her exit from the arena and the booing screaming audience.