Galina Romerno vs Koyuki Sanada - Have At It

Match Rules: MMA. 3 rounds, the fighters can wear what they wish and are given brass knuckles to use. 

Galina was honest here, she was wondering when she'd get some MMA action going. Granted Galina had been enjoying the street brawls and the odd tussle in a wrestling ring, however she grew up in pit fighting with her fellow gypsy kids and the gal was gonna get stuck in regardless. But when Galina got an offer for something in Momentum well Galina figured she'd hear it out and the offer was pretty enticing~ 

Wear what you like and have a pair of brass knucks? Heck yeah, wayyyy better than using bottle shards or coins between the fingers. The gypsy lay on her back in her locker room, dressed in her usual black tank top and red jogging bottoms and boots. She'd been told of her opponent's name, not much else though. Better be someone that can actually take a fucking punch, Galina had to go to this thing sober even so she better make it worth the rose's while. Galina would then stand up and tape her hands while staring at herself in the mirror, right before then banging her head against it to warm herself up.........

Then a stage hand came by and told Galina that it was time for her to get herself moving to compete, Galina smirked as they then ran away right before the redhead stormed out the locker room. Damn near busting the door off its hinges with her movements as she then stomped her merry way to the ramp, before long she'd hear her theme song. The opening sirens that heralded the song known as Black Racers would blare from the speakers, Galina went past the curtain to a roaring applause. Galina smirked, seemed these folks could actually get behind a simple roma from the countryside after all. 

Spoiler:

Galina did several rapid jabs as she then entered the MMA cage, then she grabbed the mesh and rested her face against it and stuck her tongue out before then resting with her back to it. Her head titled at an angle as she licked her lips in hopeful anticipation for a good scrap here tonight!

Do you know how long it takes to travel down from Tokyo to Osaka? 2 hours and some by bullet train, 3 hours by flight, nearly 6 hours by car, and a whopping 10 hours by bus. Even by bullet, that was a lot of time going back and forth and back and forth, especially for what amounted to a glorified hobby. Her work hours were long and organized crime did not sleep. She was on call all the time. So when Koyuki Sanada took her bi-monthly trip down to Momentum's homebase in bumfuck Osaka, she was expecting it to be worth her while.

She wanted a fight. She wanted a challenge. She wanted resistance. She wanted someone to fight her like their life depended on it, and thus far, she had been starkly disappointed. Momentum's gaggle of half-baked amateurs and hobbyists that had been offered for her were not the war she was promised, and she was beginning to wonder whether it was worth taking the time out of her busy schedule to do this. The train conductors of the Nozomi, the bullet train that she always rode down, were beginning to recognize -and worse- make idle chitchat with her as they checked tickets. No amount of glowering seemed to deter them. Their friendliness was a blight upon her day. The cons of this entire diversion were beginning to outweigh the questionable pros.

But today... she had some small hope the trip down would be worthwhile.

Spoiler:

Unlike her opponent, Koyuki marched her way down the ramp with no hint of enthusiasm or emotion. Her face was stone, her stride was brisk and purposeful, and her suited getup contrasted with Galina's more casual attire. Koyuki wasn't exactly sure what a roma was and she wasn't really all that interested, but her brief glimpse of the figure from the cage as she walked her way down held promise; she looked tough. The hair added character, she seemed reasonably muscled, the tattoo was sloppy. Points deducted there. Koyuki marched into the cage, took one long, hard look at her opponent, and returned to her corner. She shrugged out of her suit, laid her shoes by the side of the cage, and picked up the brass knuckles in her corner.

Galina was wondering who the hell she was fighting here tonight, better know what they're fucking doing if its gonna be in a ring like this. Galina could still remember that time she got into a cage at an underground nightclub after arriving in Japan, beat up some chick in a gas mask and since then Galina had just been wanting her hunger sated more and more. The redhead figured if they don't show up soon she might get a nice cold one from a fan, generously giving or otherwise of course. 

Then before long it turned out that Galina's opponent for the evening was actually showing. And the first thing that came to the roma's mind was 'This the chick's manager?' with a suit and stuff she didn't exactly scream ready for a gritty scrap right away to the almost perpetually buzzed out gypsy. Still though the way this chick walked told Galina at a glance that she could handle herself, yeah this must be the broad she's fighting with tonight. Wasting no time in getting in the cage too, must be eager even if she didn't show it outwardly. Alright this might actually be worthwhile here. 

The redhead had a smirk on her face already, wouldn't be long before it was time to see if she could take a good beating or not. In a lackadaisical manner Galina would slide on her brass knuckles, not bad. Galina had used things like these in the past, or was that shards of glass? She couldn't remember. Either way..........The redhead would get herself loosened up as it wouldn't be long now before the two were to start going at it, already Galina was sizing up her opponent for this evening and licking her lips in anticipation for when it was go time!

Unlike the Russian, Koyuki was thinking.

Brass knuckles were all well and good, sure, but they limited finger dexterity. She slid the first pair onto her right arm, flexing her finger as the cold metal coiled around her fingers; hard, powerful, heavy, but without the comfort of overt movement. Did she want that trade-off in a fight that could go to the ground? She slid the second set around her fingers, clenching and unclenching her fists, but she kept this one looser and not fixed at the base of her fingers. She stared at her opponent from across the cage with a look of a lizard contemplating a fly. The tattoo really had no artistry to it; the symbolism of threaded ink was lost upon the foreign thug. That smirk was just waiting to be wiped off her face. But Koyuki remained optimistic that this would be a fight.

And as the bell rang for the fighters to emerge from their corners, Koyuki did not waste any time. She darted out at full speed, seeking to meet her opponent in a head-on clash - or so it seemed. The The brass weighted heavy on her left hand and she threw her clenched fist back and chucked it into Galina's presumably accelerating head with all her might. Whether it struck home or not, she would follow up with a leaping punch to close the presumed bit of distance should her opponent stagger back, raising her fist back as she sought to struck Galina full-on in the hopefully dazed head with a brass-powered punch.

Alright it was go time now, Galina didn't bother asking this chick her name because fuck if she'd remember it tomorrow anyway. If she won Galina was gonna get herself some nice strong drinks and forget all about it, if she lost well it'd be because she took too many shots to the head anyway. Plus chick in a suit didn't exactly make herself more distinguishable from the dime a dozen folks Galina saw walking the streets, still seemed like she knew what she was doing. Good, this might be worth the whole state of being sober then. 

The gypsy smirked, brass knuckles wasn't a thing she'd used all too much but she'd had them on her person during a night out here and there and they sure did come in handy. Still didn't beat that drunken dare Galina did where she boxed someone with oil covered wraps covered in glass shards but hey they were gonna be neat anyway. The match was now underway, Galina might not have looked it but she was prepared. There was indeed a method to her, much like a method to her opponent it seemed. Galina would admit though, she didn't expect Ms Suit to come barrelling out of the gate there like Galina owed her cash. The gypsy probably did, but one thing that Galina never did was honour a deal unless she spat in her palm and shook on it. 

Galina ended up taking that first blow on the forearms as she scrambled her emergency defence, yeesh that stung hard on her shield of skin. It wasn't the hardest swing to the arms she took but it certainly rated highly. She grunted hard and staggered back, yet she didn't fall thanks to her cold iron jaw. She remained aware, she clocked the suit going in for a leaping punch. The downside of such an attack Galina reckoned was you couldn't adjust yourself, you were committed to it. Galina would step out of the way with her momentum and attempt to mount her own offence there by attempting a hard push kick towards Koyuki's gut to try and send her back a bit, still it was nice to see that there was some aggression there~

They say the few seconds right before the bell rang were the most aware you would ever be in a fight. A combination of tangled nerves, tensed muscles waiting to spring, and finally the uncertain anxiety of what came next. How would the opening exchange go? Who would drive the momentum? Koyuki was very much feeling that way - for all the wrong reasons. The coiled fear that this was yet another wasted trip down to Osaka, that she had boarded the train, waited around for hours, only to be greeted with yet another disappointing match was all that consumed her. She was this close to giving up on Momentum and trying her sorry luck elsewhere.

So when the first punch struck, found a pair of raised forearms to greet them, and held, a little ember of hope kindled inside her. The redhead took the punch well enough. Koyuki slid the brass-clad punch diagonally upwards, seeking to slice through skin as it separated, before she rejoined the distance between them with a bold leaping punch meant smash the redhead right in the face and drop her to the ground.

But the punch did not find it mark.

Everything happened within a single second. Koyuki leaping through the air, the redhead slipping to the side as she landed in her failed assault, and then the hard push kick that struck her in the midsection. That ember of hope flared ever so slightly. She hit reasonably hard. Nothing outstanding, but it smarted enough.

She would do.

Though the kick did land, it did not achieve its intended objective, and that would be because Koyuki Sanada grabbed onto the leg before it could be dislodged, crudely gripping into it with heavy brass-covered hands. In the split second that followed, she considered lashing out with her leg, tagging the redhead in the cunt. But no, too much in the way. Instead, with one arm still gripping onto the leg and pulling it taunt so Galina would remain unbalanced from hopping on only one, she swung her other arm into the inside of Galina's knee, digging into soft tissue, punching again and again and again as if she wanted to penetrate right through the bone.

Galina had floored quite a few people in the opening stages of a fight with that kick, it worked well in the many, many pub brawls that the Rose of Russia had found herself in countless times. Usually they were too stunned from the jarring impact to be able to put up much of a further resistance against the violent redhead, something told Galina that this suited chick wasn't going to be one of those people. 

She seemed like she knew what she was doing there, good. Koyuki was able to take the hit and keep going from the looks of it. In fact she went on it better than Galina could have initially anticipated because the suit lady was able to grab hold of it there. And Koyuki wasted no time in putting those knuckle dusters to good use and targeting the kneecap of the gypsy brawler! Damn that stung like hell, it was a sensitive spot regardless of your build and Galina knew that just as well as anyone else.

Gritting her teeth the Rose of Russia knew she had to try and put a stop to that, the first hit came in there and damn that sent jolts of pain right up her leg and up her spine. Galina would snarl and put her hands to good use, hoping to try and get Koyuki in a clinch and try to fall backwards to take this to the mat. Galina might have been drunk 90 percent of the time but even then she'd have the wherewithal to shift position to get out of that vulnerable state.