Irene Inger vs Haru Fujiwara: Humiliation Match

“What are you moaning about?!” Irene growled, a little angry herself over being poisoned by her grotesque foe's juices. She trudged over to the ring ropes and spat violently over the edge, earning a humiliating laugh from the crowd. Luckily, she didn't vomit, as she'd feared she would.

Right, it was on then. Since Haru was clearly pissed beyond measure, Irene wasn't going to waste her opening on sympathy or apology. She charged Haru and decided to show him what happened when she was poked with a hot iron! Her leg shot out as she aimed a hard boot at his stomach, trying to knock him back into one of the ring's corners. There, his humiliation could begin in earnest.

What was he moaning about? What was he moaning about? This crazy bitch had just taken a bite out of him, he'd barely gotten his hand back before she went all Mike Tyson on him! And she was wondering what he was going on about?

As he we was storming about the ring and waiting for the throbbing to die down, Irene decided to take action first! She charged at him swiftly and sent the heel of her boot into his chest. The kick was all that damaging in comparison to the one's he'd had received from bigger and stronger opponents, but she had put speed behind her attack and her momentum had transferred to him. Haru stumbled back into the turnbuckle, his feet slipping from beneath him but catching himself on the top ropes before he fell completely. It would take a few seconds of scrambling before he could right himself and stand completely, giving Irene an opportunity if she was fast enough.