Panther Risako vs. Beauty Ichigaya - Eye of the Beholder

Stupid kendo stick. Blade would use it. It was worse than a chair - at least with that, it hit a wide area, so the impact could be dispersed. The kendo stick hit such a small area, it was like getting whipped, and when it was delivered by a vengeful spirit flying through the air like a banshee? Oh, it hurt. So, so much.

And it wasn’t over.

Beauty didn’t really hear much of what Blade said, what with the agony and the ringing in her ears from the impact. But she was able to get the gist of it, and surmise that pain, lots of pain, was about to be coming her way. And sure enough, she was right.

Shriek after shriek after shriek rang through the arena, in perfect time with the audience’s cheers, as Blade lashed out and battered Beauty’s back. The blond rolled back and forth, trying to find some relief, but all that meant was that there were fresh spots to be struck.

After what felt like an eternity of pain, Beauty did a hard roll out of the ring as the referee managed to make Blade pause, just long enough to escape. Aching, hissing, cursing under her breath, she stumbled and staggered her way back up the ramp, hurrying towards the curtains as fast as her wobbly legs would take her.

Slowly, and gingerly, Risako started to push herself upright-- a Herculean effort, given the number Ichigaya had done on her back. As bad as she was feeling right now, she couldn't help but wince a little as she saw Blade go at Ichigaya, again and again, with the kendo stick, a soft whap sounding with each impact.

No sane person would stay amd take such a brutal punishment...and sure enough, Ichigaya eventually decided that discretion was the better part of valour, and rolled under the ropes. Risako finally got to her feet as she saw Ichigaya limping away. It seemed the match was more or less over now, as Risako was in no shape to pursue Ichigaya.

She turned to Blade. Normally, she would have chided her partner for interrupting a match like that, or for intervening with a weapon. Instead, though, she smiled wearily at her teammate. "Took you long enough," she said.

No one really knows just how much a Kendo stick truly stings until they've taken one across the back themselves. Let's just say there's a reason why Kendo practitioners wear armor during sparring sessions. A kendo stick being snapped on bare skin feels like being wailed away on with a lead pipe, and will assuredly leave a bruising welt and a newfound appreciation for what wrestlers go through when they're on the receiving end of one. It's a humbling experience...which is exactly what Blade wanted Beauty to feel as she ferociously swung away at the languishing blonde with teeth gritting fury.

A brief separation by the referee squeezing between them being all the time that the cowering narcissist needed to go scurrying out of the ring and back towards whatever overpriced beauty salon she lives in. Blade climbing one foot atop the middle rope and leveraging herself against them, glowering threateningly at the retreating blonde who was granted a means of escape that Blade wasn't blessed with when the roles were reversed. She was seemingly about to engage into a pursuit...before she backpedaled and sheathed the Kendo stick into her belt, huffing out through her flared nostrils to calm herself down while going to confront Panther.

"...*sigh*...Now, refresh my memory...but didn't we agree to have eachother's back from here on out. But here you go..." Blade admonished while casually raising her arm and flicking Panther in the forehead with her index finger, than folding both her arms while tapping her foot. "...waging a one-woman war against someone neither of us have ever beaten, with zero backup. And I thought...I was the reckless one in this partnership..."