D2B: Brutality: Dragon Vs Starstreak

[Prez Sonya Sniper]

Brutality TITLE

RP ends 5 OCT MIDNIGHT

[Starstreak Inashira]

Starstreak had come off the brutality match worse for the wear, but pumped and ready for this, her first title shot in the federation. Normally, she wouldn't have taken so much punishment, but she knew that the punishment from last week would strengthen her for her Brutality Title match tonight. She enters her lockerroom silently, getting ready to prepare for her match when she hears a knock at the door. She looks back for a moment and walks away, ignoring the knocks.

"It's probably some loser wanting my autgraph again..." She mutters to herself, her mahogany eyes glancing down toward her feet in traditional geta sandals.

She hoisted her duffel bag off her shoulder and withdrew her greyish-black tank top, her midnight black shorts, her knee-length boots, and her midinight black kimono patterned with white leaves that looked as though they came off Japanese maple trees.

She systematically replaces each article of street clothing she is wearing with a piece of her wrestling gear, starting with replacing her gi with her tank top and shorts and ending with replacing her tabi with her boots. She then ties her hair back in an almost imperial-Japanese-style ponytail and puts on her black kimono. Last but not least, she slides her now-famous kendo down into the ribbon that ties the kimono tightly.

"If the red moon that I call luck smiles upon me tonight, may the stars of sorrow shine upon my enemy's soul," She sighs softly, heading for the door once more, this time to head for the ring.

[Starstreak Inashira]

The lights in the arena dim as images of a dimly-lit dojo and a person slashing with a practice sword behind a paper-thin wall flash on the monitor. The song "Riraito" begins to play as the black-clad female steps out to the stage, walking as though an imperial princess and snubbing the fans that reach out to possibly shake her hand or even try to touch her.

As she makes her way to the ring, the lights in the arena go from a dim glow to a bloodred glow and start to focus upon the ring. She makes her way up the steps of the ring, removing the ponytail from her hair with a quick motion of the fingers as her hair fans down at her back. She steps on the bottom-most rope as though stepping to crush the throat of an enemy and ducks beneath the next rope to enter the ring.

Systematically, she removes the kendo from their strapped position in the large ribbon of kimono and places them in the corner while she removes the kimono itself and throws it unceremoniously over the rope and into the floor. She could care less whether her few fans bickered over it or not as she removed the two kendo from the corner and supports them in front of her in such a way that their ends are on the mat and the butts of the hilt are being pressed upon by the palm of her left hand.

She turns to face the entranceway as her music ends, awaiting the arrival of her opponent, Psycho Dragon. Her mahogany almond-shaped eyes are full of malice and her gaze full of cruelty as she awaits her match to begin, hatred festering like an oozing sore in her soul.

[Starstreak Inashira]

She was becoming more impatient by the moment. Her opponent should not have been keeping her waiting. Tapping her foot impatiently, she motions for the microphone. As soon as she got the mic, she began to spout her bit of rage.

"You'd better come out and fight or else. I'm not a patient type, and if you don't come out, you're going to lose by forfeit. Got me?" She snarled.

She then threw the mic to the mat of the ring and leaned once more on her kendo, still not patient.

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