Liquid Swords! Katrina da rap goddess vs Maru the ninja!

Ah Yes! Another day for another beat down!　
Katrina, as many of you should know, is the worlds best selling rapper, and today, she was feeling good! It's already a god-given fact that no one can touch her when it comes to the M.I.C., and because of this, Katrina also firmly believed that no one can touch her in the R.I.N.G., either.

For this event, in particular, Katrina decided it was best to skip her usual intro routine and just get ready for the match.
Standing in the ring with the referee waiting with her, Katrina was dressed in her $trillion dollar$, skin tight jeans and a halter top that sparkled like the stars in outter space.
Though Katrina never said much, her expression was already foretelling a brutal, nasty victory on her own behalf!

"Hmph! Insolent Fool! Watching you display your bloated ego to the world while you have not a clue to my whereabouts!"

Observes a patient Maru, silently disguising herself in the ring as she watched Katrina strut herself onto the mats.

"If only you knew who you would be up against..."

For reasons that Maru didn't quite get, everyone seemed to like Katrina. No matter. This woman truly could never be her equal. Not as long as the raptress had no idea where she was hiding.

(hoohoo! caught you online playa!)

Three minutes passed and still her enemy was nowhere to be found! What the F^&$?

"Ayo what the hell is this? My opponent scared?/
Maybe the ref should just gimme the win and I'd be outta here!/"

Even more minutes passed and even the crowd began to get a little agitated. Katrina, a girl with absolutly no patience, looked around for her enemy one last time before rolling her eyes.
"Dayum, I know I look good an' all, but these people don't wanna stare at me foreva! They wanna see a fight!"
Sighing obnoxiously to herself, Katrina walked up to the referee and grabs her shoulder. "Ayo, where iz dis bitch? She not showin' up!"

((Better than being drunk. This puts me in rare form " title="Laughing" /> ))


The ref glanced in Katrina's direction as soon as her palm touched her shoulder, then slowly, the ref's eyes turn into a harsh glare.

"FOOL! I AM YOUR OPPONENT!"

In a gust of wind, the ref's clothes went up into the air, and in the place of whom we all thought was the referee, was actually Maru!
Wearing sandles with black, knee high leggings, black gauntlets, and even a sleeveless black ninja garb, the only things that bared were her naked thighs and black underwear bottoms. Either this woman was...
A)Dressed for Halloween or..
B)Dressed to kill

"Count your seconds, worm! These will be your last!"

Maru spoke through the ninja mask covering her mouth, shielding half of her face, and also concealing half of her emotion.

(Nah, I'd take C) Dressed to get yoo azz beat! lmao)

"Oooh, so you're my opponent!"

Admittingly, Katrina was a little spooked by Maru's entire act. That much could be the same for the crowd reactions as well. Despite all this, Maru's little act gave Katrina a new verse for her to spit about. After she magically took out a microphone out of her cleavage, Katrina started to rap:

"Yo, after that whole trick, somebody get dis gurl an oscar!/
Either that or she's bipolar, somebody get dis bitch a doctor!/
Yo, but for real, not even ninjas are fast enough to catch my flow!/
act up, and Imma take yo hair and mop da F^&*in flo!/"

Maru raised an eyebrow and threw a questionable gleam towards the young, rap goddess.
She wasn't quite expecting this girl to act so....strange. Though she had faced many victims back at her village, this one was different. Not only was this girl's uniform code favored on the vibrant side, but so did her language.

"What did you call me? A Rotten Hoe!?"

"Rotten wha? Nah, nah, I aint say dat sheet!"

Though in Katrina's mind, "Rotten Hoe" could've potentially been a better line to end her verse with. However, that wasn't at all what she said.
"Naw, I didn't say Rotten Hoe! I said Mop da' Flo!'"
　

"Oooh, so you did call me a Rotten Hoe!"
Maru suddenly went into a series of hand gestures and poses, derived from her one trillion years of ninja training, and when she stopped, her eyes narrowed into a piercingly dreadful gaze.
"Now....you die!"

Katrina blinked.
"Nu uh, gurlfriend! We don't neva die! We multiply!/
Plus, we fly to the sky, like the birds and beezes/
mess with me you gonna get sliced like ham and cheezes!/

"Silence!"

Maru wasn't sure what Katrina's prose meant, but it's apparent meanlinglessness had drove her annoyance to new bounds.
"Now, taste my special technique! Hara-Kien-su!"

After spending a few seconds, prepping up herself with some silly looking hand-gestures, Maru launched her body towards Katrina, ready to clinch with the rapper as they would make contact.