Women of High Purpose

Akashi raised her eyebrow, but kept her forehead and chest firmly planted against Haruna's body. She didn't seem fazed, and neither did Haruna, but the audienced certainly loved seeing the two native girls pressed tightly against each other.

"I don't think I misspoke." Akashi said, grinning at Haruna's challenge. "But, if you could somehow beat me, then I deserve to be a dog at your lap." Akashi said with conviction. "However, if I win, then you publicly renounce Conway-san and join our dojo. We will whip honor and camaraderie into you for sure! Not to mention, some actual wrestling ability!"

Akashi rolled her shoulders and chest bumped Haruna off her, crossing her arms and looking at the girl smugly. "Now, how does that sound, Saito-san?"

"Hmph, fine by me." Haruna replied dismissively, as if implying that would never happen anyway. Even in an unthinkable worst-case scenario, she'd be rid of Kelly, who the purple-haired diva had grown tired of almost immediately.

"If that's settled then I think we're done here." Pivoting gracefully on her heel, Haruna turned to leave. The constant yapping of the surrounding crowd was beginning to get on her nerves. "Try not to sink the barge they'll have to ship you in on before we even get a chance to fight."