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

And so continued what would certainly be the worst day in the Won Sister’s likely shortened lives.

”Guh!” Cindy sputtered and weakly wriggled as Hibiki hoisted her up. For all her struggles, she looked like a young child trying to fight the embrace of a stern parent. She could kick. She could squirm. She could put up a fight, but it hardly mattered - Hibiki wanted her in the air, and that was where she would be. Her compliance was no longer mandatory. ”Put me down, put me down, put me-”

Hibiki did, of course, put her down, in the most agonizing way possible. Cindy’s back bent across the Dragon’s knee in a way no back was ever meant to bend, and the reaction was immediate and horrifying - a long, drawn out wail, as fiery pain traveled up and down her spine. Cindy’s limbs jerked around wildly for a moment, then fell limply as her sides and she laid on Hibiki’s prodigious leg.

The sound of Cindy's scream was music to Hibiki's ears. It was exactly what she wanted to hear from the twin. It was the sound she dreamed of every night when she thought about crushing all of her former co-workers. It was beautiful.

She let Cindy go, letting her drop to the mat, but not before making sure to roll her onto her back. Then, she stood up, and turned to Bridget, making her way quickly to the other twin with a few long strides.

"Your turn. Don't struggle, it'll just make it harder for you," she sneered, reaching down to grab Bridget by her hair, so that she could violently jerk her back up to her feet, too.

It was a terrible thing, to watch someone you loved in trouble and distress, but be unable to do anything about. As she watched her sister be demolished, it was a feeling that Bridget knew well, and the irony was not lost on her - after all, had they not done the same to so many tag team before? Were they not a scourge on the tag team division, often feared and despised? Perhaps this was their just comeuppance.

It was a logical thought. However, as Hibiki approached her with murderous intent, it gave Bridget little solace.

She did not take Hibiki’s advice. When the Dragon caught her, she did struggle. Weakly. Ineffectively. Uselessly. But she did attempt to paw her grip away. In the end, it accomplished nothing but draining away what precious little energy she had left.

"Don't fight back," Hibiki warned again, as she pulled Bridget to her feet. "Just give up. It'll all be over soon."

Once she had Bridget standing, she let go of her hair, her hand instead going for the woman's neck. She squeezed it tight in her grip, and slowly began to lift the twin off of her feet, up into the air, holding her high above herself. She looked up at her, sneering, and simple let her hang there for a few seconds, wanting Bridget to fully understand the situation that she was in.

Then, like a bolt of lighting cracking the sky and striking the earth, she dropped towards, going to plant the larger Won into the canvas with a massive, ring-shaking chokeslam.

This time, Bridget followed Hibiki’s advice and didn’t fight back. Sort of.

She tried to move her arms and slap the Dragon. She tried to kick her legs. She tried to spit in her face - definitely a bad idea, but she did try.

But nothing happened. Bridget’s body ignored her orders. She simply hung like a marionette with cut strings in Hibiki’s grasp, gasping and wheezing and choking and sputtering as the life was wrung clean out of her.

The referee started to move in and break it up, but she need not have bothered. Bridget was not in the air long before she came crashing down, hammered into the mat with the strongest chokeslam the AFW could offer short of Rebecca Tomko. Her body bounced off the canvas, arms wildly flopping about, before she came to a dead rest in the middle of the ring. In a world of pain, but with so little energy left she couldn’t even properly express it all.

Hibiki dropped to her knees, planting Bridget into the mat beside of her, then climbed right back up to her feet. She looked from side to side, down at each of the sisters, and nodded in grim satisfaction at her handiwork. Both of the Wons were down, and she doubted that either of them would even want to fight back anymore.

Now it was time to finish the job.

She turned to Cindy and stepped towards her, reaching down to grab her by the wrist. With almost no effort, she dragged her towards her sister, pulling her body over the bigger twin's so that she was lying atop of her. Then, she straightened up, and raised one of her legs, planting her boot right into the center of Cindy's chest.

Her head turned to the referee, and she snarled at her, her voice a loud command for the poor woman. "Count. Now." She demanded, and the nervous referee nodding, dropping down beside of the stacked up twins. She slapped the mat once, and began her count softly.

"O-one...!"

”2…!”

You couldn’t call this a match. A match was a competition between two or more individuals, with sportsmanship and camaraderie and understanding. It was a level playing field. It was a way to be entertained.

What had just gone down in this ring was ultimately quite different. The odds should’ve been in the Won Sister’s favor. It would’ve been that way against any normal wrestler. But Hibiki Izayoi wasn’t just a wrestler, she was a beast in tights. Ferocious. Vicious. Unbearably strong. The end result had them laying in a pile, nearly unconscious, barely even registering what was going on.

This was a slaughter. It was a burial. It was a massacre. But, most importantly...

”3....!”

...it was over.

Officially, the match was over, but Hibiki wasn't done with the sisters, not at all.

As soon as the bell rang, the crowd began to boo and jeer and hiss at the Purple Dragon, but Hibiki ignored them, leaning down to grab Cindy by her arm. She jerked her to the side, moving her off of her sister, then reached for Bridget, grabbing her next. With a grunt, she started to drag her towards the ropes, where she would pull her up, propping her head and arms up on the middle rope, making sure that the twin had a good view of the announcer's table.

Then, she turned back to Cindy, making her way slowly towards the woman with a fiery, predatory look in her eyes, while the crowd began to grow louder, realizing that Hibiki was, in fact, not done with the poor twins yet.

Cindy had never been more relieved to hear the bell in her entire wrestling career.

After such a harrowing ordeal, the bell was basically a signal that she was safe now, that she didn’t have to worry about Hibiki Izayoi tearing them apart anymore. The Dragon had her fill, gorged herself, and now she and Bridget would be left to lick their wounds and fight another day.

That was what was supposed to happened. What actually happened was a bit more distressing.

”No…” Cindy shook her head as Hibiki neared, moving like a lioness after her cornered prey. ”It’s over, you won! Stop!”

Cindy rolled over to her chest and crawled, desperately trying to make her way out under the bottom rope.

Hibiki decided to let Cindy make her escape. She let the twin climb right out of the ring away from her, right under the ropes and out of the ring.

Unfortunately for Cindy though, that as far as she was going.

Hibiki came after her soon after, sliding out of the ring near her, stomping over to the Won with fury in her eyes. She leaned down towards her, reaching out to grab her by her hair, and forcefully, violently jerked her up to her feet. She said nothing, no words or insults or taunts. She was focused on her task, focused on finishing sending her message to both the sisters and any other Wrestle Angel that might have been watching.

She dragged Cindy over to the announcer's table, right in front of her sister, and jerked the woman towards it, trying to sling her over on top of it. She didn't bother knocking off anything that was on top of it, the papers or the announcer's drinks or anything else. She simply slung Cindy onto the table and then climbed on after her.

Then, she looked down at the smaller woman, and sneered, reaching down to catch her arm again, trying to pull her up to her feet one last time...