Reuinion of the Pain Princesses and The Era of Hell

Gabby stretched and yawned noisily as she entered the practice ring. Silvia was already waiting, her plump rump wearing only a bikini bottom. A sleeveless top with a neckline the size of Chicago showed off her breasts just as flattering a light, showing down near her belly as she leaned over to read her novel, glasses low on her nose. Gabbyâ€s running shorts hung low and loose on her hips, and a t-shirt with a white t-shirt that said “Pull me, Snog me, Shag me” down it. She topped it off with fingerless gloves, as though to assure that she wasnâ€t simply playing around.

“Always late,” Silvia said, light and casual as if it were by no means an insult. In some contexts, it wasnâ€t really…
“Yea, been up late trainin†last few weeks.”
Silvia gave a miniscule nod. “Youâ€ve been doing that a lot lately.”
Gabby nodded and gave a toothy grin. “Yea. And youâ€ve been goin†out a lot more, lately.”
“Mmm,” Silvia said, sticking her eyes back in her book without changing her face.
“Cept when you do come home.”
“Naturally.”
“And half the time itâ€s wiff that totty Shan.”
“Sometimes.”
“And I donâ€t just hear one voice a-gabbin in there some nights.”
“Friends can have conversations, Gabby, love.”
Gabby snickered and her smile broadened, hopping up and rolling into the ring. “Yea? Friends donâ€t talk with the chunner I hear in there.”
“Perhaps if weâ€re particularly close friends.”
“That you would, then…” Gabby smirked as Silvia faced away from her, still reading cooly while Gabby started some light practice kicks. Silvia was the bright one of the group, she knew, but she was Gabbyâ€s oldest friend. She knew there was a sort of translating that went on when you talked to her. The intellectual Brit toned everything she said down several levels. “Friends” meant good things for the normally haughty, rude, abrasive Silvy.

“Knew them gals were a good lot,” Gabby said quietly to herself.
“Indeed,” Silvia said with a smile cracking across her poker face, laying her book down slightly to glance over her shoulder . “After all, youâ€ve been practicing more than Iâ€ve seen you.”
Gabby nodded sharply, enjoying the thin sweat she was starting up. “Damn right. And weâ€ve been fuckin†up those pissants who want that title all the quicker for it, eh? Me little Asian princess opened up my eyes in fuckin‘ people up.”
“Mmhm,” Silvia chuckled, glancing up at a clock. “Should be due here soon, too. Theyâ€re not ones to forget an appointment.”
“Or a date,” Gabby mumbled quickly, avoiding Silvia‘s eyes while she said it.

After a long while a long purple haired girl appeared on the ramp, dressed in a black tank top with white butterflies on the side, a small black snake tattoo on the side of her stomach, a pair of black arm warmers and black baggy shorts with white stripes on the side. She made a slow pace towards the ring, releasing a sigh when she saw Shanari wasn't here yet.

Zasashi hopped onto the edge of the ring, her hands coming to grasp the top ropes before using them to flip over them, landing perfectly on her feet and releasing the ropes, looking at the two and leaned down to give them both a gracefull bow.

The referee girl waited another minute before approaching Zasashi.

" Where is your Tag team partner, Shanari? "

" ..I thought she was here. "

" You cannot participate in this match without her. "

" She'll be here. "

" I'm giving her three more minutes, otherwise the crowd will go wild. "

Zasashi nodded and calmly waited, closing her eyes completely as she mumbled out.

" ..I bet she overslept again.. "

After three whole minutes the referee returned, the crowd was already booing out loudly with Zasashi merely releasing a sigh of dissapointed, mumbling something out to herself while the referee spoke to her.

" I'm so-- "

The crowd suddenly started to cheer as Shanari ran out from the ramp, dressed in a red jacket with the Russian emblem on the back of it, a white shirt underneath it, a black skirt with a white kitty head on the side of it and black knee stockings.

Shanari rushed into the ring, almost stumbling on the way over there and rolled inside, getting up quickly and panted out.

" I-I'm here! "

Zasashi glared at her, noticing the black marks around her eyes, shaking her head lightly from side to side.

" She made you overwork again? "

" ..Getting used to it but I can still fight. "

" You'll have to sleep sometime soon. "

" Yeah Yeah. "

The Referee blinked at the two before shrugging, stepping back.

" Fighter's please get ready. "

Shanari nodded, her panting coming to a halt as she looked at the two.

" Can't.. wait! "

Zasashi then wondered who was going first, then decided to wait to see whether Silvia or Gabby would go first.

Gabby eyed Shanari in muted puzzlement. She nudged at Silvia. "Ey, any idea what's up with the kid?"
"No..." Silvia said softly, eyes locked on her weary-looking opponent. "And it wasn't me..."
Gabby pondered a moment more, then gave up. "Oi, Z! Like the new look!" Gabby called over as Silvia left the ring to stand on the apron, eyes watching Shanari closely. She patted at her side to indicate the tattoo. "Nice touch."

"Get that brain on the match, girl," Gabby whispered, elbowing her lightly in the chest and making it wobble. Silvia nodded and turned more towards the ring, leaving Shanari in the corner of her eye anyway. Gabby would raise her fists readily, legs widely braced to ready for anything more creative she may need to try. Questions were for after the fight.

Zasashi stared quietly at Shanari now, waving her hand infront of her eyes to confirm if Shanari was really in it, the Russian tried to grasp the waving hand infront of her, almost even missing to succesfully grasp it but managed to hook her thumb around Zasashi's finger, forcing the hand to a halt.

" ..Stop that.. "

" How long have you been up? "

" Not long. "

" Have you slept at all since yesterday? Exluding the passing out. "

" ..... "

" ..I see, I'll ask Cerbera to give you a few days off. "

" I can handle myself perfectly fine, Zasashi. Now it seems Gabby will go first. "

" Indeed, that is my cue, so rest. "

Shanari stared up at her with a irritated glare before turning to step out of the ring, not even being able to stand on the side of it as she slowly lowered herself to sit on the edge instead, leaning her back against the turnbuckle while she stared with half open eyes infront of her.

Zasashi watched her silently before turning to face Gabby, nodding at her while she brushed her hand over the tattoo.

" I always wanted one.. Are you ready for some fun? "

The Ninja girl extended her palm infront of her while the other one was close to her chest, her fingers curling in some kind of scratching position, smirking confidently for a change.

Gabby smirked back, genuine pleasure mixed in with her confidence. A bit of her hoped the smirk had a bit of her own doing to it. "Remember who you're talkin' to and try askin that again," she laughed.

She'd run for the kunoichi in long strides, both hands locked in fists fixed in a high guard. She'd rear one back to strike, but would instead take what appeared to be an especially high step and bring her knee shooting up at Zasashi's stomach, meaning to use it to stun her long enough to bring her fist down on her head.

Zasashi watched her carefully, noticing a complete new stance from Gabby, which put her in a slight disadvantage. When she noticed one of Gabby's fist moving back she'd immidiatly brought her hands up in hopes to catch the blow, though only to get hit square in the stomach.

Her eyes buldged slightly open while she coughed out, bending slightly down where a fist came straight down to her head, the blow hard enough to make her fall down though her hands quickly came down to grasp the mat, using them to make a slight sort of push up so her face barely managed to avoid getting hit by the mat. She didn't want Gabby to get a momentum over her, quickly rolling to the side and grasped the mat once more, trying to spin her body around and swing her foot straight towards the back of Gabby's ankles.

Gabby grinned. "Ain't just been divving about while you're away," she boasted, trying to throw a kick at her downed opponent. The power she tried to pour into it made it far too slow, though, and Zasashi's low kick swept her remaining foot clean out from under her and landing Gabby awkwardly on her side.

She'd back try to lift herself up, at least on one elbow, throwing a kick of her own towards Zasashi to try and drive her back, if not outright hit her.

Zasashi didn't plan on trying another attack, she didn't have the right position in the fight to do any damage so she simply rolled away from her. She got back up quickly and waited for Gabby to do the same, not seeming to go for the offensive just yet, she had something else in mind.

Shanari was slowly drifting off in sleep, occasionally widening her eyes when a loud sound went in her ears. She started to rub ehr eyes softly while shaking her head, she needed to keep her head in the match.

Gabby smiled at Zasashi. Still on her A-game. Her eyes flashed towards Shanari as she lifted herself to her feet, when she was sure Zasashi wouldn't follow up. "Dunno if she's the same. Dunno if she's playing silly buggers with us, but we might have us a bit of a handicap 'ere," she thought.

Gabby would advance carefully, attempting to draw Zasashi from her side a bit if she could. Either way, she'd lash out in an attempt to box her ears with a clap of each hand on the head, cautious of her dropping in which case she'd expectingly hop to try and time a dodge of her suspected leg sweep.

Zasashi started to circle away from her when it seemed Gabby was started to approach her, being cautious not to get hit by another skillfull attack. She was lured a little closer to Silvia's side of the ring and started to blink when Gabby's attention suddenly went to Shanari.

Shanari was nodding her head a little as she was facing the ramp towards backstage, releasing a loud yawn and leaning back before suddenly releasing a loud, odd yell of shock when the clap rang loudly into her ears, off course trying to hop off from the side of thet ring without even seeing who it was.