Passing the Torch

From the torch-lit darkness at ringside, a pair of hands reached under the ropes and grabbed hold of Aoi's ankles while everyone was distracted by the shoving match. A sharp yank pulled her off her feet, and she was swiftly dragged out to the floor.

"Shhhhhhhhh..."

Aoi felt abit uneasy still as she watch the two fiction girls about to fight. Taking a step back Aoi thought that maybe she should try and intervene but was afraid to get pummeled by the other girls. Taking a sigh she she was about to summon her courage but she felt her ankles were grabbed upon and would suddenly be pulled out of the ring with a gasp.

Be for Aoi could say a word heard the sh sound, be blue head girl didn't know what to do she hoped that who ever pulled her out from the ring wasn't bad. Nodding Aoi stayed Quiet and would Look around trying to see who was it that pulled her.

Nikolette snapped to the side as Kelly slapped her hard. She touched her face, making sure Kelly hadn't jostled her nose and glanced around. She lunged back and grabbed Kelly's top and tugged. "Keep it up." She growled and then shoved Kelly away. She then stopped and looked around again. Something didn't seem right and when she thought about it, in the picture in her head, there was a little blue haired girl no longer in it. Where had Aoi gone?

Meanwhile, Lukretia motioned for her maids. "Come now. You two can have your fun any day. We've got a ceremony to finish up." Lukretia took her hand held stick lighter and began to light her own torch. The maids advanced on Nikolette and Kelly expectantly.

Kelly was smug after smacking Nikolette across the face. She stood firm and looked up at the big engineer with a confident smirk as her top was suddenly gripped. "Do something." She dared hoped the mechanic would hit her but instead simply shoved her away. Kelly came right back, stepping back up to Nik to dare her for a fight right as Nik began to look off elsewhere. Kelly didn't think anything was wrong and only stopped when she heard Lukretia speak up.

The blonde huffed and turned her back to Nikolette. "Wuss." She added smugly before gathering up torch and running a hand through her blonde hair, tossing it over her shoulder. Anymore fighting and this could be an inferno match.

Silently, from the darkness, a hooded girl in a gray sweatshirt slipped into the ring, the torchlight gleaming off of the thin chain wrapped around her fist. In the twilight, it even took the crowd a moment to spot her, but by the time they did she had already reached her first victim.

She came in fast and low behind Gail, and violently yanked her back by the hair and smashed her in the face with a downward swing of her chain-wrapped fist before shoving her down and blowing past her.

Only her eyes were visible, as a black bandana was tied like a mask over her nose and mouth, but they blazed next at Kelly with murderous intent. She swung the chain around to unwrap it from her fist and lashed out with it in a big arc at the hateful ex-champ's face.

Gail watched the others come in and give their (much better) acceptance speeches, paying only just enough attention to look the part.

So of course, she didn't notice that anyone had gotten behind her until the hooded attacker grabbed her hair and smashed her in the face. "Haahn? UUGH!!"

The Canadian went down immediately, dropping her torch. The covered assailant wasted little time to shove her out of the way, sending her straight outside of the ring, landing on her face. Probably giving her a headache that would last a few days.

Kelly never really heard a thing. Rather, she felt a rumble, a slight shake in the ring like someone had entered. But with several girls in the ring she paid no mind at first. But she had enough time in the ring to recognize the sound the ring made, even with the thin black carpet, Kelly could hear and feel the impact of a 'bump' against the canvas.

The blonde was confused and immediately turned around, eyes shooting wide as she saw a chain suddenly shooting right in front of her eyes before...

"AAUGHHHH!!!!!" Kelly howled as the chain lashed against her face, burning like fire across her face, her eyes and lips. Her head turning with the whip of the chain as spit flying from her mouth filled with the taste of warm blood as she dropped to the canvas in front of a horrified crowd.

The wounded and startled former champion cradled her face and writhed against the mat before trying to stumble about to her hands and knees and crawl away, practically falling over herself as her senses were scrambled by the chain that lashed against her pretty face.

The hooded and masked girl didn't pause to admire her work, but went about methodically taking Kelly apart. She swung the chain to re-wrap it tightly around her fist as she stepped to the former champ's side.

The crowd could see the power in the kicks that followed from the back row. The hooded girl put her whole body into a ferocious soccer kick to Kelly's ribs, and she didn't stop there. They were fast and powerful, one after the other, following Kelly as she recoiled from each one.

They were not meant to beat an opponent but to destroy a girl, and all the while the hooded girl was silent.

It had all happened so fast.

By the time Nikolette put together everything, Kelly was being whipped in the face with a chain wrapped fist. As much as she loathed the blonde, she couldn't stand for this.

Nikolette rushed at the hooded menace. She came in swinging with a gut punch and followed with a rough shove, posturing as she rolled back her shoulders and put her fists up.

"How about fightin someone who's ready for ya!?"

Meanwhile, Lukretia watched on. The maids started to move, but the German stayed them. She watched on carefully to see how the Serb might handle things.

Kelly's attempts at freedom were halted as she felt pinned by the pressure against her side, spit and near breathless pain filled cries echoing the arena as Kelly's ribs were repeatedly blasted over and over, each kick making her body jerk and spasm, getting no time to recover as another blow would replace the impact and pain that the previous left behind.

The best she could do was try to hug her ribs that felt like they wanted to shatter, all resistance melting away as she couldn't even escape, let alone breathe properly. "Uh! MUGH! HNGH! PGHK!"

The battered ex-champ could only spasm and twitch with each blow, feeling like this masked punk was going to tear her in two as her body just broke down at the center.