Honor: Starstreak Vs Tommy Sharp BT

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Brutality title!

RP Limit: up to 3 rps

RP Ends: 7th Nov

[Starstreak Inashira]

A limousine pulls in beneath the moonlight. The chauffeur emerges and opens up a door, and the first thing that can be seen emerging from the limousine is a pair of long legs encased within boots. Next, the rest of Starstreak Inashira emerges, the Brutality title belt around her waist as though a new glitzy belt that would be known as her fashion accessory. Normally, she would have been wearing her kimono, but since she had won her title shot the week before, she felt that it would be more her new style to wear her ring attire with a long black duster. The camera turns to face her, showing the coldness and hardness of her eyes. She cocked her head slightly, with an almost cocky look, the cruelty in her eyes evident at this very moment. She forcefully jerks on the camera, a fire in her eyes that seemed as cruel as it was pissed off.

Starstreak: Tommy Sharp, you're challenging me for me title, ne? I don't think I need to fear you. After all, if you're as weak as the men I have faced have prove to be, then I needn't fear defeat by one who cannot comprehend my power. After all, so many weak men think they know my power, only to be tossed aside in the dirt like the dogs they are. Until I've seen your so-called worthy challenge, you're nothing more than that stray dog outside of my dojo that gets the beatdown with my kendo, or worse yet, one of the many katana in my collection. I have no pity for you, and you will need all the pity in the world that you can get.

She enters the arena, her two kendo tied to her back already. Her almondine eyes fix on nothing, glancing around as though to observe her surroundings so she can protect herself. She learned not to trust others at an early age, and it translated to her current mindset. Knowing her match was tonight, she could not help but be somewhat cautious, as she knew that if she let her guard down, she might be attacked before her match. As she enters her dressing room, she makes a final check and locks the door from the inside. She can be seen throwing her bag and her kendo down, then gives the same brash look once more, her almond-shaped blackish eyes showing the sense of malice and cruelty that she'd originally been known for. Her face was cold and hateful, as though she had seen her older brother Kyoichi. In her mind, someone such as Tommy Sharp was not better than Kyoichi Inashira anyhow. No one who was male by birth was any better off than her brother.

Starstreak: You think you can win? I await your challenge and commend your bravery, Sharp-san. May it be a battle that we can both remember, not just one where you remember how I beat you until you were black and blue. Bring on your power and we'll see who really wins...

With that, her hand can be seen reaching for the light switch the moment before the room goes pitch-black. A cold-hearted snicker can be heard in the pitch-black darkness before the click of a door is heard.

Within the next minute, the arena lights dim and the song "Ririato" blares through the speakers. On the monitor flash images of a female figure slashing a kendo behind the paper-thin walls of a dojo. The lights raise to a faint crimson glow as Starstreak makes her way down the ramp on her way to the ring, giving the air of an imperial Japanese princess as she walks along snubbing the many fans that reached out, if even for one touch of her. Her black duster flaps behind her as though a royal cape, showing more of an air of royalty. Her eyes are now more of a hollow of madness than ever; this time she is out for more than a title. She is out for blood.

Once she makes it to the ring, she pulls herself up, using the second rope as a means of propulsion, then leaps over the rope acrobatically, her slender form giving an air of catlike grace as the kendo land in the direct center of the ring. She hesitantly removes the belt and hands it down to the announcers, then takes her two kendo in hand and leans against the turnbuckle post, waiting patiently for Tommy Sharp to make his way to the ring, but not before slowly removing her long midnight black duster and tossing it aside as though it were refuse to be thrown in a dumpster. Her eyes narrow in anticipation, a cruel smile making itself spread across her lips as though the malice was burning within her more than ever. That cruel smile soon faded and was replaced with her game face: dark, cruel eyes a deep hollow of madness and rage, lips making a heartless frown that she had shown so many times before.

She motions for a microphone, snatching it from hand of the ring announcer.

Starstreak: If you can hear me out there, Kyoichi Inashira, I have only one thing to say to you: when I next see you, you will share the fate that Tommy Sharp is going to suffer tonight.

With that, she throws the microphone down, her almondine eyes still giving the air of hatred. This fight would be a long one, and a harsh one; that she knew. She also knew that she wanted to tear Tommy Sharp limb from limb, and she knew that she would make sure that she would.

[Starstreak Inashira]

Starstreak began to get impatient with all the waiting. Impatience turned to rage, and suddenly she became a woman posessed. The microphone had been picked up within the time she was waiting, and she demanded the microphone again. When her demand was ignored, She began swinging the kendo like a wild woman, her eyes two pure hollows of insane madness. Her hair became a wild mane, midnight strands hanging in her face and fanning out. She bared her teeth like a wild wolf.

The ringside announcer finally gave into Starstreak's demands and offered a microphone. Starstreak ripped the microphone from the announcer's hand, her almondine eyes narrowing deeply.

Starstreak: I demand you come out here NOW Tommy Sharp! If you don't come out now, you forfeit your title shot!

She paced like a caged animal at this point and insanely thrashing before she spoke more.

Starstreak: And if you think you're off the hook for one second, Kyoichi Inashira, YOU ARE NOT. If anything, you're in deeper trouble than Tommy Sharp. I may have some mercy on him, but I will have absolutely NO MERCY on you. May the gods in Nippon have mercy on your soul when I find you, you Kami-forsaken bastard.

With that statement, she threw the microphone in the direction of the ring announcer, not caring whether or not it impacted. She then retrieved her kendo once more, swinging them wildly as though again possessed by some oni, some demonic spirit from ancient Japanese legends.

Her true nature was taking over: the violent and vehement side that didn't manifest itself that often, but when it did, it was not a good sign at all. She threw her kendo to the middle of the ring and lowered herself out of the ring, then rummaged beneath the ring, slinging out sledgehammers and metal chairs. She then emerges and throws the weapons into the ring; with that, she leaps up into the ring and begins throwing the weapons around. A chair is sent sailing toward the crowd with one heave. With a second heave, a sledgehammer is sent up the ramp. With a third heave, a chair is sent toward the announcers' desk. Starstreak was clearly a woman posessesed at this point, and it would take more than just words to satiate her thirst for blood.

During this wild fit, a male pushed his way through the crowd, his almond eyes much the same as Starstreak's own eyes. With the same grace shown by a wild cat in the jungles of Asia, he leaped over the barrier between the crowd and the ring; he scooped the microphone from the ground, where Starstreak had thrown it. He gave a look up at the ring before bringing the microphone up close.

Kyoichi: Starstreak...Hoshiko...Hoshiko Inashira! Calm down!

Starstreak, at this point, immediately snapped out of her fitful trance. The only person that would know her real name was her older brother Kyoichi. That look hardened once more as she threw one of her kendo at him, going into a bigger fit then she had before. Her brother was an automatic trigger for this rage now; she didn't even care about the match if she could tear her brother limb from limb. She wanted to rip, to tear, to even kill her brother. She motioned for a second microphone and ripped it from the hand of the announcer.

Starstreak: Kyoichi! You heard me the first time! I promised I would have no mercy. And I will not!

Kyoichi: Hoshiko...you love me. You have always felt obligated to the family...

Starstreak: Obligated? Was I obligated when I burned down the Ichiraku-ya after our parents died? Was I obligated when I took up Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu instead of Hakkyokusaken-ryu? Brother, you know nothing of me!

Kyoichi merely stared, agape at his sister's words. He knew she spat some lies among the truth. He knew that she had been the one to burn down the ramen stand to never have to cook ramen for anyone. However, he knew that she did train in both Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu and Hakkyokusaken-ryu, and that she'd found a way to combine the martial arts and the sword arts she'd trained in. He knew she was still obligated, if only a little, but that she was blinded by her rage and her mistrust for him.

Kyoichi: Please, sister. Remember all those times we trained together under Yasuo-sensei? Remember it Hoshiko...Starstreak...

Starstreak turned away for a moment, then dropped the mic. Now she was crying. Could she really go through with it now? Could she really harm her brother? She sighed, then clenched her fists tightly. Her steely resolve had returned, and she took another blow toward Kyoichi, who merely raised his arms to shield.

Kyoichi: I'll be waiting when you finally calm back down.

With that he shoved the kendo back somewhat and walked away calmly, leaving his sister to be a woman posessed and a woman consumed by rage. He would watch from the sidelines to see how her match played out.