Karisma Zahin Vs. Hitomi Shiraishi

Loosing Conditions: Knockout or Submission only.

Cage Match.

As the bouncy Indian pop song began to play the self proclaimed 'Jewel of India' walked down the arena to the ring. Karisma was entering her second match and she knew, like the last one. That it would be good. Giving the crowd sensual looks, but sparing them nothing otherwise, she gracefully strode to the ring.

She entered through the door in the cage knowing that only one woman was going to be walking out. The other would probably have to be drug. Her heart stirred. This was exactly the kind of match she needed to get stronger and it reminded her of the times when she these kinds of fights were normal for her. A literal fight of survival.

She hadn't been told who her opponent was but as she stretched in the corner, she looked to the entrance.

It was a new experience for Hitomi to be fighting in an actual wrestling league. All of the times she had fought before, all those underground leagues, had all been somewhat secretive. Hitomi had gotten used to fighting under multiple names, multiple aliases so that when the authorities actually came they could not trace her. She had gotten used to matches with no referee, where the only condition for victory was to make your opponent beg you for mercy. It was there that she picked up her knack for relentless submission holds and a bit of a penchant for humiliation.

But that was only in the ring. Hitomi tried to forget about all that when she left the fights. She tried to forget how hard her life was, barely scraping by every day with her mother's medical bills and her own needs. She tried to forget that she lived off of blood, both her own and her opponents. She hated to fight, was disgusted with her lifestyle, and despised those people who took pleasure in pain. They did not know pain like she did. They did not fall from as high a position as she had. They did not understand how much it hurt to be paid to be a human punching bag.

But now it was going to be different. She was going to fight in a place with rules, with controls over the bloodlust of the fighters. Indeed, when she saw the AFW rosters, she thought that it was gaudy. Idols? Actresses? Nobility from other countries? Superheroes and supervillians? She thought that it was funny, how those kinds of people thought they could survive the heat of battle. Hitomi had been to hell and fought her way out. Let any of them try that.

"Mind as Judgment" by Faylan played over the speakers, blasting out the fast-paced yet melancholy rock song. Hitomi strode out onto the ramp, filled with confidence. She was dressed scantily, since she heard that the people here enjoyed looking at beautiful female bodies. She was confident that she delivered there. After all, she was well-bred and took excellent care of her body out of sheer habit. She had skimped on many luxuries during the hard times, but the luxury of hygiene was something she never gave up. She slipped into the ring under the middle ropes. She didn't face her opponent immediately, turning her back to her opponent and warming up, making sure that her opponent took a good long look at her sensual yet strong body.

Karisma danced in the corner, as she watched Hitomi come down the ramp, she couldn't help but think there was something familiar about her opponent. She turned her head as the ref shut the cage door, sealing them in. She looked back and caught a glimpse of Hitomi showing herself off. Not to be outdone, she raised her arms in the air and sensually rolled her hips back and forth, giving a smile to the cheering audience. After a moment, She bounced on her heels and stepped forward.

When Hitomi finished with her warmup, she turned around to look at her opponent. "An Indian girl?" Hitomi thought, "Hmm, I feel like I've seen her somewhere before..." She didn't think too much about it. If they had met before, it was probably not anything important, or Hitomi would remember. But she was curious, for Karisma did not look too much like a fighter but more like a dancer, especially with those erotic movements she just did. Hitomi smiled to herself, thinking that her opponent could not match her.

"Hey, what's your name?" Hitomi said cockily, "I'd like to know who I'm beating up today."

Karisma eyed Hitomi as they met. Now that she was able to get a good look, she was sure she knew this woman. She smiled at Hitom's words. "Karisma, the jewel of India. Beat up... there is no elegance to that at all." She paused to look over Hitomi before speaking again." And who are you, the receiver of my divine retribution?" She gave a graceful smile. She didn't fancy herself a crusader of justice but the words were both ominous and menacing. Something that suited her much better.

"Karisima... sounds familiar..." Hitomi thought. She racked her brain for a few seconds, trying to recall who this woman was. She had not met many Indian girls during her life, so she should be able to recognize them, unless they only met in passing before. But she drew a blank. Why did it bother her so much anyways? She couldn't quite understand why she Karisima seemed so familiar to her.

"Divine retribution? I doubt that anybody here is capable of that!" Hitomi said, "The name's Hitomi Shiraishi, remember it!" She assumed her fighting stance. "One thing though, no hard feelings after the match OK? Whatever happens in the ring, stays in the ring. I don't want any grudges," she said, dropping her punk persona to reveal something about who she really was.

When Hitomi said her name, Karisma didn't have to remember it, she already knew it. Her eyes lit up. "Hitomi...?" She questioned. "What wonderful Kismet." She then smiled and flipped her hair from her face. "Don't worry. There's only two people in this world I hold grudges against and neither of them are you. This malevolent dance will not leave this cage." She took a fighting stance. "Certainly not for you."

Hitomi's eyes narrowed when she heard Karisima's words. "She knows me..." Hitomi thought. She had to ask. "There's something familiar about you," Hitomi began to say, "But I don't know what. Have we met before?" If Karisma was a previous acquaintance, she hoped that she wouldn't take offense, for Hitomi had seemingly forgotten her.

"If you can't figure it out and you want to know I guess you'll have to 'beat me up' until I tell you." She smiled slyly. She then bent backwards, placing the palm of her hands on the ground. She would then sling her foot up hard to kick Hitomi in the face. If it worked she would flip herself and cartwheel back to her feet.

Hitomi was a bit surprised at Karisma's fighting style. She barely leapt back in time, dodging the kick before it landed on her chin. "Fancy moves," Hitomi thought, "How worthless." her fighting style was simple and effective, a style developed through experience and based on instinct. She didn't like the forms and the fancy styles that other fighters used, and especially thought that some of the wrestling moves were too flashy for their own good as well. The only moves she thought were worth using were strikes and submissions, one for incapacitating an opponent, the other for inflicting pain.

Hitomi steadied herself, then began her counterattack. She ran forward, throwing out her back leg and spinning on her front to try and deliver a momentum-loaded spinning kick to Karisma's side.