Rip This Joint

Reira Kirishima let out a low groan. The Tension Champion, without her belt, had spent the last couple hours sitting at a barstool in some small bar in the city of Kyoto. She hadn't forgotten the name of the bar, it was in the back of her mind. On the tip of her tongue however, was the last drop of her most recent drink.

"...Feh...fucking stupid bitches with their...stupid bitches..."

She grumbled, with good reason. The champ had earlier had a match that was SUPPOSED to be a one on one match against that Friction interloper, Julia Rogers, though really it was just an excuse to beat the bitch down with Emi...then Domino ran out, and as if that wasn't enough, Miss Sellers, Reira's team leader and official boss, the woman that signed the checks and had the power, made the damn thing a tag match right there, completely against Reira's brilliant strategy! So she hightailed it out of there, and ended up arguing with her so-called teammates, who were pissed about her abandoning Emi to get beat up. They yelled at her, she yelled at them. She then threw a chair and stormed off, changing clothes and leaving before ending up at the bar, where she was starting a heavy tab.

Which brought her to now, growling loudly and slamming her fist on the bar, gaining the attention of the bartender, whom she glared at.

"Hey! Another drink damnit! You know who I am, I'm the bitch from AFW that knocked out John Mitchel like the worthless fuck he was, so keep em coming if you don't want the same!"

One of the major benefits of living in Japan was the abundance of bars, the Japanese apparently having learned long ago the secret to managing stress was to get wasted on occasion. On most nights Ronan just randomly picked a bar near wherever he was at, thankfully Google maps worked over seas too, and but on this night he found himself walking past a noisy establishment and figured why not stop in. At the six foot mark the American towered over most of the people already drinking inside, but outside of a few glances they were all too preoccupied with their own drinking to spare him a hello.

"My kind of place." Ronan said to himself as he walked over to the bar and ordered himself a beer, preferably an import if they had any. He didnt have to wait long for the drink, the bartender knew how to work fast and keep the customers happy it seemed, and as Ronan gulped it down he looked about the room. Ronan had a loving girlfriend in Ro but theirs was an open relationship and while he hadn't made use of that yet he still surveyed the scene some nights.

There was a beauty at the bar not far from him and a few others strewn about but only one of them was even close to his girlfriend. Of course it was this very woman who then announced to the world who she was and more important to Ronan what she had done. Things were about to get interesting.

"Don't listen to anything she says, the real person who did that got in a cheap shot. Nothing to fear from her even if she is who she says." He said knowing full well she did look similar to the new tension champ, but not caring either.

Reira spit out her beer at the nerve of this random rube sitting next to her.

"Excuse me? Who the fuck are you? Are you the champion? Are you? No, you're not, because I am, and I got this belt by beating the everloving shit out of stupid ginger!"

Ronan cast a sideways glance at the woman when he heard her spitting out her drink all over the unfortunate bartender who had come to ask if she wanted another, smirking but then turning back to stare forward at the mirror on the other side of the bar. "Am I? No. Could I be if I wanted? Yes, especially if you're the supposed champion." He spoke with a steady voice and without a second look back at Reira, taking another drink from his own beer looking like he didn't have a card in the world.