Suzuya Haruko vs. Haruna Saitou- No DQ Debut!

What good a retort on Haruko's part would do became limited fast as a boot came slamming into her face and sending her out of speaking distance. With a squeal she flipped over backwards through the ropes, bouncing once off the concrete below by the top of her head before sticking the landing face-first. For a moment she couldn't do much except quiver on the floor, before bringing herself up to her hands and knees, one hand coming up to caress her face. "Ow..." she whined quietly, hopefully out of earshot of her opponent as she fought to suck back the reflexive tears. "No... no, it's okay, Haruko. You got this. You can do this," she tried to reassure herself, the look of determination coming back over her face.

Sending Haruko tumbling through the ropes, Haruna slid down after her. While the girl was recovering from the fall, the purple-haired woman leisurely stepped over to a small pile of weapons left nearby, courtesy of the hardcore rules, bending over and picking up a wooden sword, a personal favorite of hers. Though she did prefer to be more hands-on, back home hitting the training dummy with her kendo stick had always been a good outlet for her frustration, so this would be pretty nostalgic.

Walking back over to Haruko's quivering body, just as the girl was trying to push herself back up, the sadistic shinobi threw a hard kick to her side, intending to knock her over onto her back. From there, she would raise her weapon above her head with both hands, and with a kiai shout swung downwards aiming to smack her victim right across the belly.

"Hwah!" Haruko squealed as swift boot to her ribs sent her reeling over onto her back, groaning. Her eyes widened as she saw the weapon raised above her supine body, both in fear... and a bit of excitement. Not at being pummeled with a practice weapon, but in the posture her opponent wielded it with. "Woah, is that a-" but a shriek interrupted her sentence as the sword came crashing down into her gut, cracking loudly and causing both heavy and sharp pain. "Wow, you- gah, you really know how to use that," she grunted as she gritted her teeth to keep any tears from going down her cheeks. "That's... pretty cool."

Even though the girl was clearly in great pain, she still didn't cease her incessant rambling, causing a deeper scowl to form on Haruna's face. Well if making her shut up wasn't going to work, making her scream her lungs out instead was the next best option.

Still standing over Haruko's fallen form, the purple-haired woman held the kendo stick down right between the girl's legs. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she swung in back over her shoulder in golf club-like fashion, before swinging forwards again at full speed, intending to smack Haruko right in her most sensitive place.

After a few deep breaths, Haruko was ready to go... and it looked like her purple-haired opponent was too, as she raised the practice weapon above her like a golf club and cracked it right between Haruko's legs. Despite her intentions to keep cool and calm, Haruko couldn't help but let out a shill scream, as tears welled in her eyes, wrapping both hands over her groin and rolling over onto her now-bent knees.

Still, she knew this would be a test of her ability to deal. Don't lose your cool. Don't freak out. Don't cry. She had an image to maintain, and she was hell-bent on maintaining it for as long as she was physically able. "T-that's... one hell... of a s-swing..." she panted in between pained squeals, trying to hide her miserable grimace from her opponent. "Y-you should golf... if you don't... already..."

Haruna barely stifled a smirk as she watched Haruko's reaction. That definitely cracked her spirit (among other things), though the girl still appeared to have some spunk in her left. She supposed it would have been boring otherwise though. "I have better talents than that to show off, unfortunately for you." Haruna didn't really have the patience for golf, at any rate.

Making a horizontal swing this time, the purple-haired sadist attempted to crack the wooden sword across Haruko's back, intending on making her come out of her defensive ball.

Another sharp yelp slipped from Haruko's mouth as a subsequent strike slammed across her back, causing her to unfold and flop forward onto her belly. This wasn't a comfortable position, by any means, but the new facing did bring something interesting into Haruko's view. The pile of weapons beside the ring was enticingly close from where they were, and while the idea of beating a girl over the head with a chair seemed like a very uncool thing to do, it wasn't really stopping her opponent. Besides, in all the action movies Haruko grew up with, they'd use all kinds of stuff as weapons, and those were awesome. Beating someone up in real life was different, something she'd learned pretty well growing up, but still... this was a show. People were here to watch them fight, so it was more like a movie than real life (well, it felt pretty real, but that's aside the point). Yeah, she could totally do this.

With that in mind she started caterpillar crawling towards the pile, before squirming to her hands and knees for some more momentum. Hopefully purple-hair wouldn't be able to get there first, even if she was standing upright.

Haruna rose an eyebrow as the tiny girl began to crawl forwards, likely towards the weapons that had been left nearby. Not that it was going to make a difference either way, but the purple-haired shinobi had no concept of mercy and wasn't about to let that happen.

Grabbing Haruko by one her ankles, she dragged the girl backwards a little bit, then lifted her up, suspending her in a lopsided wheelbarrow-esque position. "Nice try, rodent." Haruna said sarcastically, right before pulling her leg back and punting Haruko in the crotch,

Haruko's floor-bound progress towards the weapons that would even the playing field was suddenly put to a halt as she felt a hand tug on her ankle, pulling back and lifting her tiny frame into the air by one foot. She couldn't deny the sharp pang of pure fear that ran through her body as she was hoisted upside-down, but she sure as hell could hide it. With a nervous smile she gave a little wave to the woman holding her up, looking to calm things down a bit between them. "You know, I never actually got your name. Mine's Haruk-GWAHAH!" she yelped loudly as her opponent's foot came slamming between her legs again. Again, both hands went to covering her groin as she groaned and shivered in pain.

Still holding Haruko up by one leg, the purple-haired sadist responded, "I suppose it wouldn't be right if you didn't know the name of the one who crushed you. My name is Saito Haruna." Quickly puntcuating that statement, Haruna drew back her sword arm and swung it across Haruko's suspended leg, right by the knee cap.

"Feel free to give up before you get that memory pounded out of you." Haruna stated coldly, right before continuing with another kick to Haruko's crotch, letting go of her afterwards.